Set Me FreeBy: M. R. Leahy
To my husband. It’s because of your belief in me that I even had the courage to go after my dreams.
Set Me Free is a dark romance
I do not advise anyone who is sensitive to certain subjects or sexual situations to read it as it does contain certain situations and deals with serious themes.
Set Me Free
Torn and betrayed by her family, Emmalyn is taken and forced to live with her mother and stepfather, who happens to be the leader of one of the biggest human trafficking rings around.
Thrown into a world of sex and slavery, Emmalyn is roomed with Kodah. A hot-headed boy, whose only weakness is her.
Both lost and tortured in this endless hell, they cling to the hope that one day they will make it out, that one day they will be set free
Forced onto my knees, I kneel in the middle of a large room. Two men stand on either side of me. My eyes are so swollen and heavy from crying. I struggle to keep them open, exhaustion begging me to go under. Nothing makes sense to me anymore.
My life has been flipped upside down, the damage irreparable.
“So, this is her?” a voice booms from somewhere behind me, bringing me back from the brink of sleep. Footsteps echo throughout the room, coming to a stop right in front of me, polished black shoes coming into my line of sight.
I was told once I got here to keep my head down, to not look up until I was told to but curiosity gets the better of me, and against my better judgment, I look up, instantly regretting it.
Standing before me is a man whose glare alone sends chills down my spine. His dark eyes burn into mine with unkempt evil. Dressed in an all-black suit that undoubtedly matches his soul, this is the kind of man my father always warned me about. The kind that will smile and offer you life with the same hand he will use to take that life right back. The kind that like to play god.
“Did I give you permission to look at me?” His question comes out as a sneer, his top lip curling up in disgust. His deep voice laced with venom.
Why would I need permission to look at him? Why do I even have to be on my knees right now?
Cautiously, I shake my head, unsure of what I am supposed to do.
He doesn’t say anything more, just assesses me, looking at me like a possession. With a flick of his wrist, the two guards that stand on either side of me leave. He begins to circle me, the prickling of unease coming back to run through me.
“Emmalyn,” he purrs as if trying out my name, “such a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl.” Stopping in front of me again, he holds a hand out to me. “Please, stand up, princess. Let me get a good look at you.”
Hesitantly, I take his outreached hand, slowly standing up. My knees shake, aching in protest as they stretch out. How long was I on my knees for?
Noticing my obvious discomfort, he chuckles. “Over time, your body will get used to being on your knees … among other things.”
What other things? I don’t understand this place. Who is this man? Why is this happening to me? My emotions start to take over again, tears sitting on the brim of my eyes.
I just want to go home …
Completing another circle around me, he lets out a hiss. “My god, Mo, you were right. She truly is a beauty.”
Hearing her name, my mother perks up from her spot at the bar. As soon as we got here, she disappeared. Which is nothing new—she has been basically MIA for most of my life, popping up here and there when it was convenient for her. At least, it was that way until a year ago, when my father put a stop to all her visits, nearly killing her in the process. I hadn’t seen or heard from her since. That’s why I was so confused when she showed up saying that my dad called her, demanding she come get me because he didn’t want me anymore.
“So, I assume your mother informed you of why you’re here.” Sniffling, I nod
Without warning, his hand lashes out, tangling in my hair, yanking my head back. A cry leaves me as my hands reach up to his, trying to lessen his hold.
“Now, Emmalyn. I let you get away with looking at me, but it won’t be happening again. I asked you a question.”
My eyes widen with fear. “Yes, she told me that my family no longer wanted me. She said that I have to come live here with you.”