They laughed. One slapped her. I heard it through the wall. Then the third man spoke, and his voice made my skin crawl. “Five thousand. Final offer. I’ll take her to Denver. Have her working by sunrise. She’ll make that back in a month.”
The door opened. They started leading her out. That’s when I saw her face. Bruised. Crying. Dead eyes. She looked right at me. Mouthed two words: “Help me.”
