You will do as I say.”
He gets up from his seat and pushes me against the table, facing my daughter. I hear Abby let out a scream. Tube8 I’m not sure who screamed louder, me or my baby girl. The bartender is basting her as I watch. “Slave! “Excuse me, ma’am?”
I turned to look at the man, “Yes?”
“I’m real sorry to bother you, but I need some help. My mouth fills with saliva as I smell my daughter’s cooked flesh, but I don’t open my mouth. This brings a few more people into the bidding, including one of the bartenders who winds up giving the highest number by the end of it all.
