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~Bella's POV
I was so tired. Emotionally, physically, just… tired. After the conversation with the manager, it felt like all the fight had drained out of me. What's the point? If that man didn't come back soon, I didn't know how much longer I could hold on. All I could do now was wait, as painful as it was.
I stepped out of the manager's office, my head low, and slowly made my way back toward my room. I wasn't even halfway there when I felt someone grab me from behind.
A hand clamped over my mouth before I could scream, and I froze in panic. Two pairs of hands yanked me into the dimly lit hallway and dragged me toward the back of the brothel. My heart pounded, and I struggled against their grip, but they were too strong.
"Stop struggling," Clara hissed in my ear.
Clara? Of course, it was her. And Lisa too, I realized, as I caught a glimpse of her smug face out of the corner of my eye.
