The bed dips beside me, and just as my eyes spring open into the brightness of a new day, a heavy hand presses over my mouth. "Hush now, pretty girl," a thick Romanian accent murmurs into the room, only it's not the Romanian accent I'm familiar with. "If you even try to make a single beep, l'Il snap your neck before a sound can even leave your mouth, "
Fear pounds through my chest as I gaze up at a strange man, somewhat similar to the man who claimed me at the auctions, and yet completely different. A brother maybe? A cousin? His face is wider and his eyes somehow seem too close together to be deemed handsome.
He leans right into me, pressing down against my mouth to keep me quiet. His large hand almost covers my nose, making it almost impossible to breathe. There's an awful stench lingering on his skin that has bile rising in the back of my throat, but when he snatches my blanket with his other hand and tears it off me, the fear turns to a sickening horror.
