“Mr. Smith has lived like a saint all these years, always kindhearted, letting struggling families like ours stay and work.”
“Exactly. She’s too much. The last ones were the same. Only Mrs. Brown and Miss Brown have shown kindness.”
Several men stared at me, eyes gleaming with lust.
The young one shook his head. “She’s just a girl. That’s enough. Why don’t we hand her over to the police and let them deal with it?”
“Kid, you’re too soft,” one of the older men smirked, his eyes sliding over my body.
This girl was a gift served on a platter. How could they not take advantage?
With skin so soft and delicate, she was obviously from privilege. They wanted to know what it was like to taste what only the rich enjoyed.
“Girls like her need to be taught a lesson. Tie her up here. The masters will be back soon. Once they’re done, we’ll deal with her.”
Martha nodded. “Enough talking. Get back to work. You’ll have your fun later.”
Reluctantly, the men chained me up inside a dog cage.
Barely conscious, I felt the young man’s unease. He had been educated, and he knew this was illegal. And Richard had helped his family before.