hearts

As the person in the car saw us approaching, he opened the door and marched out. It was a potbellied man. With a reclining hairline and beady eyes.

He licked his lips as he saw me coming and he opened the passenger seat of the car.

“I thought the picture was photoshopped, my my." The man spoke, his breath smelled like something nasty.

He reached forward to touch me and I jerked my head away. The younger man held my head in place and the fat man smiled and reached forward again.

I couldn't turn my head away, the man's fat fingers grazed my chin and then my collarbone. I felt my soul recoil into the deepest parts of my being.

I almost puked.

The man laughed and said something in a language I didn't understand.

“No, I take her first. " The younger man stated.

The potbellied man studied me and he shook his head.

“I should take her first,"

“What rights do you have?." The younger man asked angrily.

“Her mother owes me more. Three hundred and fifty five thousand. Yours is merely just one hun