Lyla's POV “Shut up,” I hissed, hoping no one has heard her.“Oh, I recognized that dragon everywhere,” she laughed. “It's funny they couldn't recognize it.”“How can you?”I asked in surprise.“Well,” she raised the bowl up to he mouth and drank from it. “My uncle used to talk about them. Three brothers, wild. I did not know they had a sister though,” she stared at me.I don't bother correcting her. “This your uncle, he brought you here?”“Hmm, oh God no. My father did,” she seethed. “Sold me to a slime ball for just hundred dollars,” she laughed, slamming her plate.“How old are you?”“Seventeen.”I was correct. “You don't deserve this,” I whispered. “None of you do.”“Well,” the girl shrugged. “We have been kidnapped, tortured and we will prob end up being slaves to a man in his basement, while he pretends to be some upright senator,” she said. “You fought them yesterday,” I said. “Why?”She turned to me. “I have been raped by so mnay men in here,” she whispered fiercely. “I just
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