Naomi's POV

My eyes fluttered open when I smelt the distinctive smell of my captor or buyer. I think the befitting title was buyer because there was a way he was acting that made me feel very anxious. If I wasn't scared of him before, seeing the amount of people he had in this disgusting area made me change my mind. He was very wicked, if I did say so myself. I would rather have nothing to do than remain in this godforsaken hellhole.

He took long strides toward me while I managed not ...