*Maddy*
I wriggle against the restraints. My wrists are raw and aching from the ropes. I don’t know what time it is or where I’m being taken, but I was carried from the chalet to a vehicle, then onto a train, and now I lay with my face pressed against a hardwood floor thick with the scent of fresh wax.
Two achingly slow days have passed, and I have no idea where I am or why.
Sold. That was what Lousia said. She’d sold me.
It’s no wonder she had money to buy meat and wine and four new dresses for Elodie.
I roll onto my side and curl into a ball. At least it’s warm wherever I am. Chill doesn’t bite my toes or waft through cracked windows.
No, this place is nice. Well-furnished with thick velvet curtains and plush couches. Still, I’m on the floor, hog-tied and filthy after two days of rough ……
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