The girl for sale

when she was just a child, after her parents' tragic death in a car accident. Aunt Clara h

ary as she had thought. There were always strange people coming and going from their hous

, assuming that she was just a successful business

ss associates. But as the night wore on, Malia began to notice that some of the guests were acting strang

anded her a small box. "Happy birthday, Malia," she said, her eye

phone. But instead, she found a small, intricately carved wooden b

business. But the truth is, I'm not just a businesswoman. I'm a t

ized the truth. Aunt Clara was a sex slave

ed from the living room. "Clara, my dear," the

in the doorway. He was dressed in a tailored suit,

ked Aunt Clara, trying

ied, her voice dripping with deference

kins. There was something about him that see

seen all the girls you have to offer," he said. "But none of the

ia, and for a moment, Malia though

id, her voice dripping with honey. "My niece,

what was happening. Aunt Clara was offering h

of the girls you have to offer," he said. "But I am inter

lized the true extent of her aunt's bet

eyes, she knew that she was in grave