Jake had just sat down when someone brought in a frail, beautiful girl.

She was no older than eleven or twelve, dressed in revealing clothes. Her small face was deathly pale, her entire body tense with fear.

The moment Jake saw her, his expression darkened.

"Mr. Collins, do you like this one?"

Jake didn’t answer. His gaze remained fixed on the girl.

Seeing this, the man who had brought her in seemed to understand. With a ...