FORTY-FIVE

Clarissa stared in horror as Zachary tossed the necklace up like it were a game of throws. She had no idea what this man was going to do to her, and that scared her so much.

“Boss,” someone said behind her.

Clarissa jumped in shock and turned back to look at two men in black. They had been hiding in the car since? But, how? Didn’t they feel the need to rescue their partners?

Nothing was making sense at all.

“What are you thinking, little butterfly?” One of them asked.

Before she could respond, she was grabbed roughly from her seat and pulled toward the back of the car.

“Let go of me,” she cried.

They held her down. “It’s not our duty to fight those bastards. We don’t fight, we sell young girls like you to the market,” they explained softly.

Clarissa looked from one to the other in horror. She turned back to her brother, who was still playing with the necklace.

“What do they mean by that?” She screamed at him.

He shrugged. “Don’t shout. What did you expect? Those bastards you have han