Chapter Two
Delilah finished cooking the evening meal, served all the men, then cleaned up.
She had been there for several months, cooking and cleaning after a bunch of men.
She knew it could be worse, but one of these men—strangers her husband had sold her to—said he’d encountered a woman from Jericho before.
Viper, according to the patch on his vest. When she’d been dragged into the large building, Warren had kept a tight grip on her arm until he’d shoved her to the floor in front of him, giving her to these men.
Viper hadn’t said anything until after Warren was gone.
Then he’d stepped forward and spoken in a quiet but firm voice, said he’d encountered women from Jericho before.
He’d said we were cold fish and would be worthless on the streets, but he had the perfect thing for her.
He’d sent her to the kitchen and told her she’d better do a good job or she would regret it.
Delilah had started sleeping in the pantry that first night, after seeing what was going on in the main room.
She hadn’t wanted to cross the room and chance catching anyone’s attention.
No one had complained. She wasn’t even sure they’d noticed.
Either way, it let her get a few hours of uninterrupted sleep before she had to get up and start breakfast.
It only took her a moment or two to arrange the blankets, then she lay with her back to the shelves, facing the door so that if anything came through, she’d see it coming.
She had no clue what she would do if it happened, only that she wanted to see whatever was coming her way.
She closed her eyes and forced herself to breathe slowly.
She only had a few hours, and she needed to get as much sleep as she could.