The Devil's Mark

Summary

My college roommates and I decided to go to Thailand for winter break.

One of them, Mia, said her boyfriend, Leo, was a travel agent. He could hook us up with a "boutique" private tour. Easy and comfortable.

We all thought it was a great idea.

We were wrong.

The second we got off the plane, a tour guide hustled us to a high-end luxury mall and told us to start shopping. He said if we didn't buy anything, he’d tear up our passports.

Forced consumerism? Not a chance.

I refused. And for that, the guide sold me to a boiler room.