Stolen by Charlotte Royalin

Evette:
I shouldn’t have walked home from work.
I missed the bus and should’ve called a taxi.
Those men I smiled at followed me.
Kidnapped me.
Their boss was disappointed at what his men brought him.
But he decides to let me live.
His hands always find their way into my hair, tugging painfully.
They wander over my body while his knife is at my throat.
I’d let them wander lower.
But I can’t stay here, become just another Rose and trafficked to the highest payer.
I’ve got to get out of here.
But his steely grey eyes are always watching.
Waiting for me to mess up so he can punish me.
And I’m starting to want him to.

Andrei:
She acts like this is a game.
That if she acts out enough, I’ll let her go.
The only way out for her is six feet under.
And I’ll gladly be the one to bury her.
But her swollen lips, her innocent gaze, her sweet body?
That’s enough to get a good enough price for her.
If I don’t take her for myself, first.
I should resist, she’ll get me in trouble with the Boss.
But I know I won’t want to share her.
She’ll have to belong to me and do everything I say.
But is the trouble worth it?
I might have to get rid of her.
Or else everything I’ve built for myself will come crumbling down.