Soraya's POV Sammy grabbed my wrist tightly, dragging me through the hall like I was nothing more than an object being delivered. My heart pounded against my ribs, my thoughts racing faster than my feet could keep up. He was taking me to Madam Felicia. Madam Felicia stood at the counter when we arrived, she was busty and bold in a spaghetti top that barely contained her heavy chest. Her cleavage spilled over, threatening to fall out completely, and she didn’t seem to care. Her long fake lashes blinked slowly as she brought a glass of liquor to her mouth and took a long gulp. She didn’t look at me at first, but I felt the harshness in her glance the moment her eyes met mine. Sammy cleared his throat. “Um, Miss Felicia, I have Soraya with me.” Madam Felicia hummed as she emptied her glass and set it down, stepping forward with a sway in her hips. The scent of alcohol hit my nose sharply when she leaned in, and I instinctively turned my face away. Her perfum
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