Watching those two human traffickers meet such a miserable end was the most satisfying thing ever.
Not only did Jethro and Melinda get me—a child groom—without spending a single cent, but they also found wives for Tavian and Faron. They wouldn’t stop praising me, calling me smart and saying I was their family’s lucky charm.
Aside from keeping me from leaving the house, they treated me fairly well. I spent my days following Gracie, the town idiot, around, calling her “sister” and playing with her. Ever since she found out I was supposed to be her future husband, she started giving me the chicken drumsticks her parents stewed to make her stronger.
But Mabel and Fabienne weren’t as lucky.
They were tied up almost every day, used and abused by Tavian and Faron. Within six months, Mabel was pregnant.
That only made me feel better. Those two had spent their lives selling people like livestock—now, they got to experience what it was like to be trapped, powerless, and violated.
Gracie might’ve been an idiot, but she was nice to me.