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Chapters (72)
  1. Dedication
  2. Prey Island Map
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. CREED
  10. SIX
  11. BILLIE
  12. SEVEN
  13. EIGHT
  14. NINE
  15. TEN
  16. ELEVEN
  17. JIRO
  18. TWELVE
  19. BILLIE
  20. THIRTEEN
  21. FOURTEEN
  22. FIFTEEN
  23. SIXTEEN
  24. SEVENTEEN
  25. EIGHTEEN
  26. NINETEEN
  27. TWENTY
  28. TWENTY-ONE
  29. ROW
  30. TWENTY-TWO
  31. BILLIE
  32. TWENTY-THREE
  33. TWENTY-FOUR
  34. TWENTY-FIVE
  35. TWENTY-SIX
  36. TWENTY-SEVEN
  37. TWENTY-EIGHT
  38. TWENTY-NINE
  39. THIRTY
  40. THIRTY-ONE
  41. THIRTY-TWO
  42. THIRTY-THREE
  43. THIRTY-FOUR
  44. THIRTY-FIVE
  45. THIRTY-SIX
  46. THIRTY-SEVEN
  47. ACHILLES
  48. THIRTY-EIGHT
  49. CREED
  50. THIRTY-NINE
  51. BILLIE
  52. FORTY
  53. FORTY-ONE
  54. FORTY-TWO
  55. FORTY-THREE
  56. FORTY-FOUR
  57. FORTY-FIVE
  58. FORTY-SIX
  59. FORTY-SEVEN
  60. FORTY-EIGHT
  61. FORTY-NINE
  62. ROW
  63. FIFTY
  64. BILLIE
  65. FIFTY-ONE
  66. FIFTY-TWO
  67. FIFTY-THREE
  68. FIFTY-FOUR
  69. FIFTY-FIVE
  70. TO CONTINUE THE ADVENTURE…
  71. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  72. ALSO BY KENDRA

He studies me as I hover expectantly, as I cling to the edge of my cage. We’re close enough that if we both reach through the bars, we could touch, but neither of us reaches out. I feel the moment he realizes how little I’m wearing by what he can see through the small holes along the bottom, how much skin is revealed, and he averts his eyes respectfully. Only then do I realize I’m in my Grecian dance outfit still and the cold suddenly seeps in when I understand the lack of clothing. Curling my arms around myself, I try to keep some of my warmth in as I wait expectantly for him to respond.

He shakes his head slowly. “I know nothing,” he responds in a deep accented voice.

Both relief at him understanding me and dread at him not knowing any information fills me. This can’t be real. All I remember is dancing in the club and then. . .that asshole! He drugged me with something! I was fucking chloroformed. When I get out of here, I’m going straight to the cops and reporting that asshole. Fuck him! He sold me into trafficking, that cunt! Sam has to know the guy’s name. He has to.

I startle when the Asian man moves again, reaching through the bars. He took his suit jacket off while I was searching through my memories and is now holding it out to me, an offering. I hesitate at the sight before reaching through the bars gratefully and taking the suit jacket. When I wrap it around me, it swamps my body, but it’s warm and smells like sandalwood. Something inside of me sits up at attention despite the situation. Fuck, he smells good.

“Thank you,” I breathe gratefully, pulling it tighter around me to keep warm.

He only looks away, his eyes taking in the area around us, as if he’s searching for weaknesses.

Only then do I understand we’re in a cargo plane. The sound of the engines filter into my brain, a deep hum filling the cargo hold, and the metal looks like the inside metal of planes I’ve seen on tv shows. I’m literally in a cargo plane in a cage. Is this a fucking reality tv show or am I royally fucked? Trying my best not to let panic overtake me, I curl into a ball and wrap myself as much as possible in the jacket. I kick off my heels, because those things will be useless as anything other than a weapon in this situation. Whatever this is, whether sex trafficking or I’m about to die, I won’t let my panic take over. I can’t cry here.

I’ll find a way out of it, one way or the other.

And then I’m going to go find that asshole from the club and rip his dick off for daring to take me.

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