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a place to stay. Ericka, offering to set Kaylee up with her manager. Ericka, driving her out to the middle of bumfuck nowhere and selling her to some creep.
    “Where am I?”
    The only answer was more sobs, and Kaylee pried her head off the pillow to look around. Her head throbbed, making her squint as she took in the small, sparsely furnished room. She was on the bottom of a set of bunk beds, lying on top of a scratchy blanket. The room had two more sets of bunk beds, but only one other bed was occupied. A small form huddled on the top bunk across the room. The source of the sobbing.
    The girl was curled up into a ball, her face hidden, and Kaylee could see nothing but a dark, scraggly ponytail hanging down her back.
    “Hey, you,” she yelled and threw her pillow at the girl in case there was any mistaking who she was talking to. “Where are we?”
    The girl started and lifted her tear-stained face. She was Asian, her narrow eyes nearly swollen shut, her round face blotchy and wet.
    “What the hell is going on here?” Kaylee snapped.
    The girl started bawling all over again, babbling in some language Kaylee couldn’t understand.
    “English?” Kaylee tried. “You speak English?”
    “No good,” the girl said. “Me Thailand.” She moved her hand in an up and down motion that Kaylee finally got was supposed to be a boat. “I come here, work. Tell me, good job, much money to have.” Then her mouth trembled and she said, “Me here. Many men. Many men.” She wrapped her arms around her waist and started to sob again.
    Kaylee had a pretty good idea what they had planned for her, and she swallowed back a surge of nausea as panic swelled in her chest. She wasn’t a virgin, not by a long shot, but that didn’t mean she wanted to give it up for sweaty old men so desperate they needed to pay for it.
    “Where are we?” she asked the girl, not really surprised when her only answer was more sobbing.
    She needed to think. There had to be a way out of there, even if her Thai roommate hadn’t found it yet. She sat up, pausing when it felt like her brain smacked into the side of her skull, and took stock of herself.
    Oh, God, had the creepy guy raped her while she was out?
    Tears stung her eyes as she took careful stock of all of her sexual parts. When she and her best friend Kristin were freshmen in high school, they’d gone to a senior party. Kristin had gotten so drunk she’d passed out, and when she’d woken up her pants were gone and she hurt between her legs.
    Kaylee hadn’t understood why she was so upset. If she couldn’t remember it, it was like it never even happened. Nothing to freak out about.
    Now as she tugged her shirt and bra aside and tried to focus to see if she was sore between her legs, Kaylee wished she’d been a little nicer to Kristin. No wonder she took her off as a faceplace friend.
    There was nothing. No marks. No come stains. And it had been awhile so she was pretty sure she would be sore if she’d had sex.
    Kaylee shuffled to the door and tried the knob. The door didn’t budge. There was a shiny round knob with a flat surface, almost like where a deadbolt would be but there was no keyhole.
    Right. Because if there was a keyhole someone might be able to pick a lock.
    The Thai girl’s sobs raked down Kaylee’s spine, pulling at the skin of her neck and shoulders until Kaylee wanted to scream. She moved across the room to the single small window and pulled back the curtains. It didn’t matter that the window was locked and painted shut. There was no way she or anyone would be able to squeeze past the bars covering the glass from the outside.
    Fear clutched her chest, choking her, making her thoughts swim as she tried to shake off the effects of the drug. She dropped to the floor and looked under the beds, scoured every corner for something, anything that might be used for a weapon.
    The creepy guy might not have raped her while she was drugged, but Kaylee knew it was only a matter of