"Are you willing to compromise?" I question, all too curious about what this particular line of business is that would require me to lose my name. Though considering he's kidnapped me from a trafficking ring, it couldn't be anything good. "I am not attached to my surname. I never knew my parents. I grew up in foster care, jumping from home to home. I believe my surname was given to me by the state after I was dumped at the doors of an orphanage with no way to identify myself. I can part with that if you wish."
He considers me a moment before finally nodding. "Okay," he says. "You have yourself a deal. I will call you by your name. Is there anything else?"
Nerves sink heavily into my stomach, and I figure now might be my only chance to get this out. "I know that you claimed me as your own in that underground warehouse, and for some reason, you saved me from that misery. I will never be able to thank
