BIANCA'S POV

When the ship stopped moving, my captors got out and grabbed me, suspending me in the air as they dragged me in chains past a brick wall, inside a confined space.

"Move, bitch!" The men yelled at me as they bundled me in chains.

I was too weak to fight back; tears ran down my cheeks as I started to imagine what awaited me. I'd have to spend the rest of my life behind bars and possibly become a sex slave. It wasn't the type of life I would wish for, but it was suddenly happening right before my eyes.

My throat felt dry, and my eyes moistened...