Chapter 75. Sold

Sherry’s POV

I slowly opened my eyes, and it took a moment for me to realize that I wasn’t on a bed anymore. Instead, I was lying on a cold, hard floor in a dark room. Panic set in as I tried to move, but my hands and feet were tied up tightly. I couldn’t feel anything except the cold metal around my wrists and ankles. My heart started racing, and I tried to scream, but my voice was barely a whisper.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed that there were other girls in the room with me. They were tied up just like I was, and some of them were badly beaten, with visible bruise in that darkness. I could hear their shallow breaths and their soft sobs. Fear and confusion took over me as I realized that I was not alone who was kidnapped.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” I called out, hoping for a response. Silence was the only answer. “What’s going on? Why are we here?” I yelled again, hoping that someone would answer.

One of the girls next to me spoke up, her vo