‘Good. In this life, they still decided to sell me off to some backwoods town called Millbrook.’
Last time, I spent 10 years in this place—I know it like the back of my hand.
The family that bought me back then wanted a child husband for their mentally challenged daughter.
I fought back with everything I had, tried to escape more times than I could count—that’s why they ended up tying me up like an animal, starving and beating me.
But this time, I’ll act obedient. Play along. Earn their trust.
And first, I’ll make these two human traffickers regret ever laying a hand on me.
After three days and two nights on the road, the car finally pulled over on a deserted dirt path outside the town.
The woman who sold me off, Fabienne, and her partner coaxed me out of the car.
“Come on, kid, we’re at Grandma’s house! Let’s go.”
I nodded and got out without a fuss, looking as meek and well-behaved as ever.
For three days, I hadn’t cried, hadn’t made a scene. I ate whatever they gave me.
Now, standing in the dark, desolate countryside, I wasn’t scared at all.
In fact, I smiled in anticipation and asked, “Auntie, Grandma—will there be endless caramel apples for me later?”
“Yes, yes!”