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lovely.”
    He finished by licking the seam of Rayna’s mouth, making her jerk and whimper against his grip. Sage lunged against her captors, letting out a useless scream against her gag. King chuckled as the guards wrestled her into submission. Because her limbs were constrained, her lungs took over the task of hanging on to the rage. She sucked in huge breaths through her nose, since breathing through her mouth was not an option right now. The rag was drenched in a cocktail of disgusting, its mix of tobacco, dirt, marijuana, and sweat making her want to wretch the weak soup and cold chicken legs they’d been fed earlier.
    As it had so many times in the last two weeks, her mind pulled from her body and almost hovered, watching all of this like some horrible scene in a movie that gave her an excuse to go for more popcorn. This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be her life. She kept waiting for the shivers to stop, for the dread to go away. She stared at the cave’s cold black stones, yearning for the moment they peeled back to reveal bright stage lights and a director in those funny riding pants, laughing and telling her the scene was a wrap, and she could go home now…
    But that wasn’t where she was going. Nor Rayna. Within a few hours, she suspected hell would be a pleasant alternative to her fate. As she finally let herself look over at Rayna, she forced herself to take in every strong feature of the woman who’d been her best friend, her only friend, for the last year. After tonight, she’d never see Rayna again.
    Within the next year, she’d be forced to forget who she was, as well.
    “ I’m too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hu-hu-hurts— ”
    King answered his phone before the thing could play another note of the nauseating song. Instead of a greeting, the man only grunted into the phone. “What? Already?” he finally said. “So be it, then. Make everything ready. We are bringing the additional sluts now.” He shook his head and re-pocketed the phone. “It seems our buyers are here a bit early, bitches. There will be no time to pretty you up, but I am not concerned.” He turned to Sage and ran an oily finger beneath her shirt, over her nipple. “If our guests want to see what they are paying for, we’ll just let them look.”
    A snarl clawed up Sage’s throat as she charged again at the pig, hoping to get in a solid head butt. King swerved, but not fast enough to avoid a spray of her spit, courtesy of the gag. An animalistic sound surged out of the bastard as he glared at the white blobs on his hand and arm. He shook the spit off before raising his hand again, to sweep a brutal backhand into her face. Sage heard the thud of his heavy topaz ring as it connected to her cheek bone, but the sound was eclipsed by the clanging pain throughout her head. 
    “Sage!” The shriek was Rayna’s, sounding weirdly muffled as she got pushed in front of her friend. The guards led them down a semi-underground passageway. Though the block rocks of the cave still surrounded them, the walls on their left gave way every five or six feet to bunches of thick tropical foliage. After they’d walked a minute or so, Sage glimpsed lights through the trees. She made out the shadows of low-lying buildings and picked up on the labored sound of clunky compact car engines. Bar glasses clinked somewhere, and an old Bon Jovi song blared from tired speakers. They were in a small village, though they weren’t exactly led into the middle of town square. Across a small clearing lay a dome-shaped Quonset hut. Dim lights burned from the high windows.
    She and Rayna were led past more guards then trundled inside through a back door. The room they entered was small and musty, walled-off from the rest of the hut by corrugated aluminum walls. A few strings of old Christmas lights and a half-dozen kerosene lamps were the only light sources in the space, which didn’t help her disorientation as one the guards spun her around and told her to