Betrayed — Leslie Sansom

I married the man that bought me at a slave auction. I have changed a lot since that night at the auction, but I still remember it very clearly. I remember being kidnapped and tortured. I remember being drugged and warned about the things in my future. I remember being scared. The fear is what I remember the most. I was afraid for my life and well-being all the time. I was afraid of what I would be forced to do to survive when I was sold. But most of all I was afraid of my feelings when I started to fall for my captor. I never wanted to go back there; to that place, being afraid all the time. I never wanted to be reminded of the things I had to endure to survive and I never wanted to be reminded of the girls that were kidnapped, tortured and sold in the same auction. I was lucky. I was sold to a man with a small conscience. For the last 2 years I have had nightmares about the things that could have happened to me. I never thought I would ever have to come face to face with what could have happened. I never thought I would see any of those girls again. Never say never.