The middle eastern Buyer, who relished the fear of weak, trembling girls he regularly purchased, found his night very entertaining and completely different as his new red-haired, like all the other acquisitions, was not sobbing, begging, with their eyes dart around looking for an escape. This one sat ramrod straight, legs curled beneath her, in the center of a king bed inside a windowless and basically empty room. Her slender, naked body, was covered by a blood red, shiny silk sheet except for one bare shoulder. 

She showcased an unwavering smile unlike the other cowering girls. A thrill flashed over his heavy bearded, fat sagging face, tiger teeth mouth at the idea of standing above the ultimate prize. He leaned his obese, big belly body, wrapped in a long blood red silk robe matching the sheet draped across closer and she grinned. She did not flench bringing him more pleasure.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Sin,” She answered. The silk sheet slipping just bit above her breast below her bare should. 

He exhaled a short laugh. Distorted, hairy nostrils flaring. “Sin,” he mocked then took his time before asking. “Where did they find you? My interesting, bold little prize?” 

“Hell,” she stared into his bushy browed, heavy lidded, bordering on black irises eyes. 

He leaned in closer. She did not blink nor shrink away. “Why do you think you are here?” 

He sucked in his massive belly. Something cold seemed to coil in his gut. His short neck with huge Adam’s apple swallowed it down. He was used to playing with fragile things, breaking them piece by piece. This was becoming way beyond different.

She smiled then chuckled. “Temptation? Corruption?” She asked him teasing and accusingly; smile never faltering. If anything, it sharpened. 

He walked away and she never took her eyes off of him. He choose a think leather belt with a gold buckle from a belt rack. He returned, stood over her, untied and removed his robe . “I usually spank and punish once I’ve been disappointed. But…how about I begin…with a bit of how I alway end. He folded the belt and attempted to loop it around her neck. 

“No,” she said, leaning into him. “Not this time.” She reached behind her hips. When her arm came forward she jammed and emptied a glass syringe in his chest. He stumbled holding his check while spewing threatens of a horrible death at her. 

She pulled a cellphone from underneath a pillow and texted. The door opened and in walked his bodyguard. 

“Kill her the Buyer said in whisper choking and suffocating as he fell to the floor. 

The bodyguard stared at her. The car is waiting. The gate remote programmed. He then snarled growled at the Buyer. My little girl was kidnapped after school and trafficked. It killed her mother. I swore on her mother’s grave that you would pay.