Sabrina struggled to loosen the binds on her hands, but it was cinched too tight.

She carefully explored her surroundings with her feet and accidentally kicked a brick.

Curling her feet around the brick, Sabrina pulled it closer and started using its sharp edge to hack at the rope.

However, the rope was too thick and her efforts made no difference.

Before long, Sabrina heard someone talking outside.

"Okay. Is she inside?" The man's voice was a little shrill and loud.

“Have you brought the money?" This question was voiced by a different man. His voice sounded rougher but lower than that of the first man.

"Yes, I have. But I have to see her first."

When the man with the rough voice spoke again, he sounded a little anxious.

“Can I lie to you? Give me the money. I'm in a hurry."

"No." Sabrina could hear the man with the sharp voice clearly. It seemed he was outside the door.

The thought had barely crossed Sabrina's mind when the door was suddenly opened.

The feeble moonlight trickled into the room, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Suddenly, a stout man with cropped hair appeared at the door. His eyes scanned Sabrina from head to toe as if she were a piece of merchandise. He then turned to the tall man behind him and remarked, "She's a catch. She could be sold at a fair price."

Sabrina was petrified.

Had she stumbled upon a human trafficker?

Sabrina knew all too well the horrors that awaited those unfortunate women who fell into the clutches of these ruthless criminals. If she was indeed their target, she feared that her fate would be far worse than death.

The man looming behind was gaunt and disheveled, his unkempt hair and beard suggesting he hadn't seen a razor in ages. He barked impatiently, “Hand over the cash."

Sabrina's mind raced as she tried to place the face.

Suddenly, it hit her like a ton of bricks. She stared at the man outside in disbelief.