Nyx frowned, choking back tears of embaressment. She had been dragged from the tiny metal cage that she had slept in for the last week to a room full of people who were deep in conversation. She was humiliated and embaressed and angry. She was wearing a dazzling strapless red dress, meant to symbolize blood to the people in the room, her face was blotched with makeup to hide the scars she had received when trying to escape. Her arms were bruised all over, and the low neckline of the waist high dress made her feel uncomfortable. A torrent of dark curls blew over her shoulder, she wanted to brush them aside but her hands were held firm by the man behind her who was spinning her around so much she felt dizzy.
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