Chapters (72)
- Dedication
- Prey Island Map
- PROLOGUE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- CREED
- SIX
- BILLIE
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- JIRO
- TWELVE
- BILLIE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- ROW
- TWENTY-TWO
- BILLIE
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- ACHILLES
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- CREED
- THIRTY-NINE
- BILLIE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- ROW
- FIFTY
- BILLIE
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- TO CONTINUE THE ADVENTURE…
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- ALSO BY KENDRA
“What the fuck?” I say again, this time more panicked as I try to push the door open. When that doesn’t work, I start kicking it, but that doesn’t work either. It’s metal. Not like I can kick through metal. Reaching through the bars, I feel for the locking mechanism and feel nothing I can force open. There isn’t a keyhole, only some sort of strange box. “Fuck!” I growl in frustration, pushing at the bars again as if that’s going to do something.
The cage is small, just big enough for me to sit inside of it cross-legged comfortably and nothing more. I don’t know where I am, but when I get my bearings about me, I start looking through the holes in the cage around me. While the cage is solid metal, there are a few large windows on each side that I’m able to get my arms between the bars. When I clutch at the nearest one and peer out, I realize I’m not the only one locked up. There has to be dozens of cages here, of people in them. When I listen, I can hear soft murmurs of male voices, some in English, some in different languages. There are a few panicked words, a few sounds of someone kicking at the metal the same way I did.
“Hello?” I ask, moving from one side of the cage to the other. In the cage immediately to the right of me, a man stares at me silently, the soft slant to his eyes drawing me in. “Hey! Do you know what’s happening? Where are we?”
Tears threaten to fall at my panic, but I force them back. I won’t cry for these people, whoever these people are. Am I being trafficked? Am I being sold into the sex trade? What the fuck is going on?
The man is dressed in a suit, but it looks dirty and torn. Whoever took him and put him in his cage didn’t escape unscathed. Clearly, he didn’t go down without a fight judging by the rips and tears in his outfit. A mark on his eyebrow is crusted with blood. His lip is split. A blemish is working its way beneath the skin to the surface on his sharp cheekbones. He’s of Asian descent and with the sounds of other languages around me, I worry he won’t understand me. Unless he speaks, I won’t know if there’s a language barrier or not.