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The desert sun beats down on me as I stand with the other women in this slave auction. My long black hair waves gently in the breeze as we wait for our fate to be decided by the rich sultans who have gathered here today.
I look around at my fellow captives, taking in their various forms and shapes - some are petite and delicate, while others are more curvaceous and voluptuous. Some have blonde hair that catches the sunlight, while others have darker locks like mine. We all share a sense of unease as we await our fate.
The sultans murmur among themselves, eyeing us up and down as they make their decisions. I try to stand tall, proud of my own body and its curves, but it's hard not to feel vulnerable in this situation. Still, I know that I am a woman with worth, no matter what happens here today.
