Renée's POV:
I almost jumped out of my skin at the sound of metal running across the bars in front of me. One of the guards was standing there smirking at me, almost drooling all over himself. I stayed in my spot not wanting to be anywhere near him. He opened up the door and took a step inside. My heart started to race unsure of what it was he wanted.
"COME HERE!" He yelled at me as he bent down grabbing my arm pulling me up off of the floor.
I was standing in front of him as he looked down at me. He took his greasy smelling hands and pushed the hair away from my face.
"I can see why Boss wants you. You are better looking than any of these other whores here."
He pulled me in close to him and leaned his face down to my neck. I looked away, feeling so powe
