CHAPTER THIRTEEN
As the convicts crowded in around Scarlet, one of them stepped forward, the largest of the bunch. He towered over the others, and he looked to Scarlet liked he was seven feet tall. He was bald, with a huge scar across his nose, and bulging with muscles. He was clearly the leader in here.
He turned and faced the others.
“She’s mine,” he announced. “My plaything. Mine to t*****e as I wish. Any of you have a problem with that?”
The dozens of faces stopped, and Scarlet could see their fear. No one was willing to challenge him. Clearly, this creep was king of the hill in here. The others slowly slinked away, disappointed but resigned.
The creep turned and reached down and grabbed Scarlet with one hand by the back of her shirt. He picked her up high in the air with a single
