In the middle of the woods the sound of footsteps can be heard. Red cheeks with blue eyes , blonde hair kissed by the moonlight, the little girl searches around. Her small hands touches the cold ...
“I own you. I have the piece of paper to prove it. It’s undeniable and unbreakable. You belong to me until you’ve paid off your debts.”
Nila Weaver’s family is indebted. Being the first born daughter...