Special thanks to @jiyoungmochi for the cover!!
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❝𝐀 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. ❞
Renata Vartanov had been through hell. Sold to a brothel and thrusted into prostitution at thirteen along with her then toddler...
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❀𝓡𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓪 ❀
I woke up with a gnawing pain in my head. My vision still stirred, but I was able to make out shapes...people.
Two men and one woman all staring at me in confusion. I realised that I was on the floor.
As if instinctively, I forced myself up. My eyelids were heavy, and my memories were blurred. The only thing that came to mind as I hobbled past the man in front of me to the couch was Madam Dubois's words.
Those were her instructions when it came to pleasing men.
My shaking fingers found the buttons of the tiny crop top she'd put me in, and they got to work. I peeled the top off me and threw it to any direction that was closest, not paying any mind to the men around me as I did what I was supposed to do. My only use in this world.
I was left in my bra and jeans as I hastily stumbled onto the couch, waiting for any of them to do whatever they brought me here for.
One of them stepped closer, shock and surprise painting his features. I could barely make out his face as he approached. My eyes were still unstable.
He pulled me up from the couch and cocked an eyebrow at me. "Woah, signora (ᴍɪss) what do you think you're doing?" He asked. He had an accent I knew, but was too delirious to place. Before I had time to think about it, my head grew heavy, and the spots came back, overriding my vision again. Making me black out in the arms of a stranger.
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✯𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓷𝔃𝓸✯
The attack on Nicolas Ricci's truck warehouse was a truly...unfortunate 'incident'. In fact I would almost feel remorseful 𝙞𝙛 I wasn't the one who orchestrated the whole thing. Keyword: 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩.
When that bitch came to me eight months ago, telling me to put aside our messy history and join hands with him in his human trafficking business, I calmly refused. (I didn't want to be involved with his family ever again.)
We Romanos may be immoral devils, but even we draw a line when it comes to selling and treating humans like produce. Plus, it would be too risky...too messy if border patrol discovered humans. Drugs and alcohol were one thing. But living, breathing mammals were another thing entirely.
Unfortunately, that dramatic little dick took my refusal the wrong way and vowed to seek revenge.
He went on to start his human trafficking business anyway, selling and distributing whores from local brothels across the globe.
