I stared at the girl, strung up against a pile in the brothel. She didn’t look like a prostitute. She looked forced.

I walked to her, my boots crunching against the cracked floors. I crouched down to her level and gripped her chin, forcing her head up.

“Hey, sweetheart.” I greeted.

I took in her features. She looked so beautiful, it was hard to believe she hadn’t been bought yet.

“You don’t want to be here, do you?” I asked with a smirk.

“How about I bring you home with me?”