The door looked like the entrance to a crypt.I stared at the intricate carvings of wolves tearing apart a stag, my breath hitching in my throat, so dry it felt like sandpaper. Inside that room sat the man who now owned the deed to my life."Don't embarrass me, Bailey," my stepfather, Lancaster, muttered from beside me. He didn't look at me. He was too busy checking the heavy gold watch on his wrist, likely calculating how quickly he could get to the casino once he handed me over. "Just nod, agree to whatever he says, and spread your legs when told. It’s not rocket science."I didn't turn to look at him. If I did, I might claw his eyes out, and I needed my hands intact for whatever hell awaited me."You got your money, Lancaster," I whispered, my voice devoid of emotion. I had cried all my tears three days ago when the deal was struck. Now, I was just hollow. "Leave.""Ungrateful bitch," he spat, then shoved me toward the doors. "He’s waiting."I stumbled forward, catching my balance
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