You were kidnapped, taken somewhere you didn’t recognize, and eventually put up for sale. Two men ended up buying you. Now you’re in the car with them—one behind the wheel, the other sitting next to you in the backseat.

The short dress the kidnappers forced on you keeps riding up, and you keep tugging at the hem, trying to cover yourself. The man beside you notices, his eyes flicking to the fabric before he mutters, “Fucking ugly clothing they put you in, right?”

You don’t trust your voice, so you only nod. Without hesitation, he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it across your thighs. A moment later, the driver reaches back with his own jacket, which the man beside you takes and carefully wraps around your upper body, covering your chest.