Promise to a slave
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MatureOngoing19m
Last published Wed, Apr 10, 2013
I was kidnapped to be a slave and work 20hrs day my escape is everything to me i risk my life everyday to get out. then in met him and all my hard work was for nothing.Karla swans dream place is Thailand. She dreams about seeing the monks and and the small villages. When she finally gets the chance she jumps at the chance. She arrives at Thailand. 3 days in the trip Karla is kidnapped and forced to become a slave working 20hrs shifts packaging fish and delivering things and treating to every demand of the man who kidnapped her and hundreds of other people. When Max a 19 year old bad boy bikey gang member shows up he takes special interest Karla. Max works with her kidnapper making deals with each other. When Max finds Karla trying to escape will he help her and punish her? As Karla fight to escape this place of slavery and sexual abuse what will she do and will Max's curiosity about Karla be to her advantage? Snippet from book: " what are you doing?" A voice said from behind me grabbing my waist. I instantly stiffened. I had to escape now I had to get away I was so close now. "Nothing I swear please just let me go" I whispered. His hand grew tighter around my waist pulling me closer to him. "Liar." He whispered next to my ear sending a shiver down my spine. I let a shaky breath out trying to compose myself. "I'm sure your master would not be happy with her escape. He might even send people to kill you." He whispered again. He placed his finger on my temple slowly running it down my face under my chin while saying "we can't have a pretty girl like you getting hurt now can we?" He lifted my head to look over my shoulder at him. He had beautiful green eyes they had gold through them making then shine. I looked away trying to find my new escape.
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