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
Several hours later, my limbs are aching when the plane begins to descend. I can hear the change in the engines and my ears start to pop, telling me the pressure is changing and regulating inside the cargo hold. I have no idea where we’re at, but I pick up one of my heels, ready to fight and stab a motherfucker who dares to pull me from this cage and sell me. I have no idea if I’ll be paraded on a stage or perused like a heifer. I’ve seen enough documentaries to know if I let someone else take me, I’m probably dead. No one will ever find me. But if I’m going to die, I certainly won’t be going down without taking a few with me. They picked the wrong bitch to kidnap.
Except, no one appears. No one comes from the cockpit or stands to prepare us. Nobody unlocks the cages or checks their cargo. It’s as if the only person on this plane is those of us in cages and the pilot who definitely doesn’t appear. The cockpit door never opens, the metal sealed shut.
The plane continues its descent until it lands with a violent jolt that makes me smack my elbow on the side of the cage, making it ring from the hit to the funny bone as I shift in the metal box, looking out of the holes in the hopes of seeing where the enemy will come from. More of the others in cages have woken up judging by the angry shouts and the rattling metal. Those around me are all men and I can’t hear any feminine screams. That alone surprises me. I thought traffickers focused mainly on women, or at least took a lot more women than men, but perhaps they’re equal opportunity traffickers? Fuck if I know how trafficking works.
A few of the men closest to me make lewd comments and gestures toward me once they woke up and saw my heels through the windows along the bottom of the cage, but at least I have the jacket the kind Asian man gave me to keep my outfit out of sight. I wrap myself tighter in the coat and hope that this is going to turn out okay as the plane taxis around wherever we are. Are we on a runway? Have I been kidnapped by a government? Christ, someone should really reveal themselves right now before I create some stupid fantasy of a rich asshole kidnapping me and telling me he loves me. That’s how the books always work.
Somehow, I don’t think this is going to go as well as those books.