*Maddy*

I wriggle against the restraints. My wrists are raw and aching from the ropes. I don’t know what time it is or where I’m being taken, but I was carried from the chalet to a vehicle, then onto a train, and now I lay with my face pressed against a hardwood floor thick with the scent of fresh wax.

Two achingly slow days have passed, and I have no idea where I am or why.

Sold. That was what Lousia said. She’d sold me.

It’s no wonder she had money to buy ...