Tony stood there, terrified as the men held him and told him he was coming with them.
He tried to make them understand that he was not a woman; he was a man—a man who had his body stolen a few hours ago by a prostitute.
The men simply laughed and said, "That's the best story we've heard all week. Priscilla, now you're going to be punished for running away. Big Daddy doesn't like it when his girls escape. I think you'll have a few more years to pay off your debt. By the time you're done, you'll be an old woman."
Tony could do nothing but cry and beg them to believe him.
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