There was blood splattered everywhere—against the truck, against the floor, against the door of the truck, its seat and then on the floor of the brothel. It flowed in narrow rivulets and pooled beneath her or in the grooves of the floor. Penny opened her bruised eyes and through her blurred vision saw Maxim standing over her, gazing her greedily. The place stank of blood and puke and wet ground. After dealing with Paul, Maxim had asked his men to pick her up. A giant man scooped her off the ground in that state and hauled her over his shoulder. She was too weak to resist. Her hands were tied in the front and so were her feet. “No…” she whimpered as she looked at Paul for one last time. A woman in a pink shirt with daisies all over, caught her gaze. She walked and stood right next to Paul. Penny tried her best to lift her head higher to see who she was. The man who had hauled her on his shoulders gave a slap on her buttocks and
