Seven

Melanie's P.O.V His house was so huge and beautiful, and most of the furniture and gadget in his room were gold, he must be a very rich man, I reasoned within me. I gazed around the room, looking for his picture or that of his family, but I found none, which was odd. The thought of me being kidnapped ran through my mind, and to think that I got into the family that made my childhood miserable sent shivers down my spine. What does he want and why did he bring me into his son's life, did he bring me for the purpose of being a sex slave of his son's personal assassin? My mind was troubled, though the thought of finally having the opportunity to kill Escobar, yet I was afraid of what he had in store for me. In the sex slave market, I heard about how he killed his agent and the people he had put in charge to ensure the smooth running of the sex slave business. Everyone feared him because he can't be predicted, he does his things in a way that seems unbelievable. My eyes became tear