On my first day after being abducted to Southeast Asia, I knew my buyer was a lunatic. He locked me up with diamond-studded ankle cuffs, smiling with gentle cruelty.
“Every time you run away, I’ll buy ten Chinese girls and send them to the filthiest brothels.”
The other girls begged me through their tears to accept my fate and stop putting more people in danger.
On the three-hundredth day, I kissed him of my own accord. “I want to have your child.”
He was overjoyed. The instant his guard dropped, I pulled out my hairpin and drove it through his throat, whispering,
