Owned By The Don
Her skin bore the map of abuse, though the bruises faded to angry purple and the scars telling stories Raven dared not imagine aloud.
“You’re Raven,” Lila said without preamble, voice trembling but clear. “I heard you’re fighting them.”
Raven nodded, lowering herself beside her with care. “I’m trying. Can you tell me what you know?"
Lila’s hands trembled as she clasped and unclasped them, struggling for the words. “It started when I was seventeen. I thought the job was just... work. Dancing and parties, but then it turned. The whispers became screams and the men, they weren’t customers, they were hunters.”
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