Rose told me to play along. To pretend. But isn’t that only feeding into the problem? The more women who walk into this room and give him what he wants, the more that will come after. I won’t be the last. Neither will Rose.
More women will be bought and sold.
More women will be forced to traipse around his house in next to nothing, being leered at by his guests.
More women will be subjected to this sick man and his perversions.
It won’t stop until he stops. Or until someone stops him.
Taras closes the door and bolts it, turning around slowly to face me. His eyes rake over my body. “The dress fits you beautifully,” he says, licking his lower lip. He stares at me for another moment before walking forward slowly, one foot in front of the other in a seductive stalking.
I retreat unconsci
