Teri stumbled slightly as she walked down the street.
She was a teenage prostitute, sold long ago to a Russian mob in Boston to become their cash cow.
In the crime-ridden United States, there were far too many so-called celebrities, politicians, and wealthy businessmen with perverted tastes.
Many of them were disgusting predators who preferred children.
And Teri had been specifically groomed and trained by the Russian mob.
She was a tool used to serve, bribe, and even entrap these elites for blackmail material.
At Moscow Nights, there were too many girls like Teri.
Most were the children of poor immigrants who didn't even know where they came from.
Others were bought from human traffickers in underdeveloped regions of Southeast Europe, the Middle East, and North Africa, then smuggled into the US.
But Teri was special.
She didn't remember much before she was seven or eight.
She vaguely recalled that she should be American.
Her father seemed to be a police officer.
And she had a younger sister.
The nightmare began one night.
A group of bad men broke into her home while her father and sister were away.
Her mother was shot and killed. Teri was bound, gagged, and blindfolded.
She was terrified.
After an unknown amount of time, the blindfold was removed.
She saw a group of people pointing at her and evaluating her like merchandise.
Then, a tall, muscular man raised a paddle.
Shortly after, she was blindfolded again.
When she was untied, she was in Boston, a tool for the Russian mob.
Day after day.
Every day was living in despair and hell.
Four days ago, in the evening, Teri met a man who left a deep impression on her.
He was an Asian man, rare in this part of the US.
He didn't look old; at least Teri felt he wasn't much older than her.
And he was incredibly handsome.
He made a strong first impression.
To get close to her, he had even used a laughable excuse about being a magician and wanting to take her away.
For a moment, influenced by his handsome face...
Teri had almost been moved.
Living in a demon's den, she dreamed of escape every single moment.
But who would have thought...
Just a few hours later, the mob ordered her and another girl to service a guest.
She followed numbly, only to find the same handsome Asian "prince" in a room at Moscow Nights.
The moment she saw him, her last fantasy shattered.
She was disappointed. Despairing.
That night, Teri hated herself.
She loathed the young Asian man for using her all night.
But what she hated even more was that, for the first time in forever, she had actually felt pleasure that night.
The next day brought more reasons to hate.
All day long, her body was sore and limp. Her legs were so weak she could barely stand.
By the third day, she felt slightly better.
But the swelling hadn't subsided.
The Russian mob, however, had no pity.
That night, a perverted city councilman obsessed with Teri came to visit. He requested her.
Teri felt unwell, so she refused.
The result was predictable. She was beaten.
Even though she was the mob's top earner, defying them meant punishment.
Today, Teri felt terrible all over.
She had been sent to the mob's private clinic for a day.
By evening, having not eaten for nearly two days, she was granted two hours of "relaxation" time.
She planned to go to her usual diner to fill her stomach.
But just as she stumbled toward the restaurant...
Hearing the low roar of a motorcycle engine, Teri looked over blankly.
She saw a biker who looked like a hippie stopping beside her.
Teri thought he recognized her profession and wanted a cheap thrill.
Just as she was about to snap at him, a voice that was both familiar and strange spoke from under the helmet.
"I've been waiting for you for three days. Get on. I'm taking you out of here."
Teri froze. The memory of that evening four days ago flooded back.
Before she could scrutinize him, he urged her again. "Hurry up. We don't have much time, Teri."
"Do you want to be controlled by them forever? Selling your body until you die?"
Teri trembled. Those words sent ripples through her dead heart.
Suddenly, this hippie biker seemed like a ray of light in the darkness, illuminating her soul.
"I..."
Teri hesitated for a split second, then gritted her teeth.
Ignoring the pain from her beating, she climbed onto the back of the motorcycle.
"Put this on. Hold on tight!"
Hunter pulled out a spare helmet and handed it to her.
Teri put it on obediently and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Hunter revved the engine and sped off, following the escape route he had scouted days ago, heading out of Boston.
Vroom!
Whether it was the roar of the engine or the wind whipping past as they accelerated... Teri suddenly realized what she had done.
After a moment of silence, she shouted over the noise.
"Who are you?!"
"Do you know what you've done?"
"My phone has tracking software!"
"And years ago, they surgically implanted a tracker in my body!"
"It pings my location every five minutes."
"Once they realize I'm moving away from Moscow Nights..."
"Or if I get too close to a station, a dock, or move at high speed... it triggers an alarm."
"They'll call to warn me. If I don't answer, they send a team to drag me back."
"We're finished!"
"You're finished too!"
"We can't escape!"
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