CHAPTER 7
“What’s taking them so long?” Sun sat on the side of her new bed in the Round Robin Inn, swinging her legs back and forth over the side. Mee-Kyong lay down, thankful for the chance to finally recline. Everything below her waist felt like old, shredded meat. The fat man had posted two of his guards outside the bedroom door. She still had her knife, but she was too tired to even think about escape. She wasn’t foolish enough to hope her new owner would spare her since she had just delivered a child, and she wanted to rest before she had to worry about what the remainder of the night held. Unfortunately, Sun didn’t seem to share Mee-Kyong’s desire for sleep. “They’ve been in there forever,” the child complained.
“They’re just discussing p*****t. The usual. It can take hours and hal
