I look up and saw Mom was trembling in the cage above, her voice cracking with desperation. "She's just 13 years old, please! She's just a kid, not my daughter! You can have me, just let her go!" Her eyes were wide with fear as she looked at me. I'm s-sorry, P-Please Be safe.
Dexter glanced up at me, his eyes narrowing as he took in her appearance. My torn clothes revealed patches of her pale skin, and my fully developed chest was partially exposed. Dexter's lips curled into a smirk. "She doesn't look like a kid to me," he sneered, his gaze lingering on her.
I clenched her fists, trying not to cry from the fear and shame.
"Let her go, Dexter!" Azriel shouted, sounding both angry and desperate. He tried to get up, but the chains held him back. "Don't touch her! She's done nothing wrong!"