I was sold.
Not literally, of course. But does it really matter? My mother and stepfather didn’t even try to fight for me. They just took the money and turned a blind eye.
And he…
Makar Voronov. A predator. Cold, domineering, dangerous. He didn’t ask for my consent—he just took me.
He said it would be better. That this is “protection.”
Protection from whom?
And who will protect me from him himself?