Resnikov appeared, striding forward as he stared me down, giving the kidnappers a nod.
The horror of what was happening finally sunk in. They were selling me to the Russian. He approached with a wicked smile and canted his head to the side.
“The price is acceptable,” Resnikov announced. His dark gaze swept over me with appraisal. “Is she a virgin?”
“Yes.”
“Good. This is good. She will bring high price to auction.”
No. No!
What was left of the hope I had held onto all this time slipped from my fingers and shattered on the ground.
There was no escape from this nightmare. And now it was about to become a hundred times worse because they were going to be pissed when they found out I wasn’t a virgin anymore.
I needed a plan.
Because I wasn’t going to end up like the other girls.
Not me.
I would kill before I let that happen.