There was a second where I thought she would spit in his face, and then Hillary slowly turned and walked up the stairs located to the side, joining the other young women.
My heart sank as I feared what intention the Russian had for all of these girls. Human trafficking? No, please not that.
Another guy stepped forward, and this one wore a Scorpion biker vest. His black eyes met mine as an evil grin twisted his scarred lips. Horrified, I gasped, recognizing the man in front of me although I hadn’t seen him in seventeen years. His scars. His soulless eyes. The beard and the lewd way he stared at my body.
The past slammed into me, and I shook with fear. He nearly raped me all those years ago. His hands had violated me, and if not for all the chaos of that night, he would have finished the job. The way he stared at me now, I knew he was relishing the idea.
A scream bubbled up in my throat, and I swallowed it down. I’d die before I let him touch me.
His arms folded across his chest, and I noticed a tattoo he didn’t have all those years ago. Something new that only solidified the slime I knew him to be. A massive rattlesnake was etched into his skin with black ink from his left shoulder with the tail winding up his neck to his temple, where the fangs pierced his cheek and dripped venom.
Unimpressed, I dismissed him, bravely acting like he didn’t affect me.
“Been a long time, Tawni Baker.”
Shit. He knew my name.
“The fun is about to start. We’re just waiting on Jasper to join us.”
Swallowing hard, I refused to acknowledge his words and turned toward the stage. One of the Russian’s henchmen was leading the girls off the stage to the door. Horrified, I screamed for Hillary to run as the compound’s front door burst open and chaos exploded around us.