CHAPTER fifty-five: Sold

　　Amelia stiffened in fear, her heart thumping in her chest.

　　Moments more, the hoop was removed and she saw the upside down faces of four men…including a different face which she guessed to be the man that had attacked her.

　　The man with the eye patch on bent until his eye was leveled with hers, “You smell like Cinnamon.”

　　The rest of the men snickered and clapped the smelly man on the back.

　　Amelia recoiled as his breath fanned her face.

　　“What do you want with me?” her voice was strong and resolute despite her inner turmoil.

　　“I don’t know yet but there’s one thing I know. You are going to make us…” he pointed at his randy friends with a sneer, “Very wealthy men.”

　　Coiling his hand into her hair, he yanked her out of the cart and she yelped.

　　The one missing three fingers approached her with a knife and she paled, squirming to get out of their hold.

　　A short gasp escaped her lips and her eyes widened as the knife shot into the air and came back with a force.