I Was Trafficked, So I Became Their Worst Nightmare

Summary

I got kidnapped.

I told the traffickers, "You can sell me, but I get to pick the buyer, and I keep the money."

The home I meticulously chose was perfect. The guy was a domestic abuser who had already beaten three wives to death. I was number four.

The first time we met, he smiled so happily.

I was even happier.

Finally, I could beat someone to a pulp without holding back.

I was at the mall, sipping an iced coffee in the air conditioning, when an older woman approached me and begged for a favor.

I could tell at a glance she was up to no good, but I went with her anyway.