Seraphina's POV
I thrashed under him like a wild animal, my heart hammering so hard it hurt. "Get off me!" The words tore from my throat as I clawed at his face, his arms, anything I could reach.
He just smiled. That sick, twisted smile that made my stomach turn. "Keep fighting, sweetheart. Makes it more fun for us."
My face went pale as ice. The other men's footsteps echoed closer, and soon they surrounded me, their faces twisted with wicked grins.
"She's so pretty," one of them laughed, crouching down to get a better look at me. His breath smelled like cigarettes and something rotten. "Once we're done having our fun, she'll sell for a good price."
"Tessa really found us a fine piece of meat this time."
"Look at those innocent eyes," another leered. "The clients love that fresh, terrified look."
"The trafficking ring's been asking for girls like this," the third added with a sick grin. "We'll make bank."
