Mackenzie POV
Mackenzie had been trying to keep up with her training while imprisoned. Mostly doing ab crunches and pull-ups on the ceiling bars of the cell to keep up her upper body strength. And some squats and lunges to keep her toned legs in shape.
While she was in the middle of a training session, Blackwell was suddenly in front of her cell.
“Well, Mackenzie, how have you been, sweetheart? You look good. The auction is tomorrow. I just came to check on you one last time. I’m not the heartless asshole you think I am, you know.” Mackenzie snorted. “Then let me and the other girls go.” She smiled.
“I’m going to miss your humor and smart mouth the most.” He smiled.
“Don’t you think Christian and I should reject each other before I get molested by some sick bastard? He might feel it,
