roger-50360282 @roger-50360282
The sun beat down on my back as I stood in the center of the bustling slave auction scene. I had been here for days now, waiting to be sold off to the highest bidder. The rich sultans were like vultures, circling above me, eager to claim me as their own. My heart raced at the thought of being owned by one of them, but I tried not to show it. After all, a good slave didn't let her emotions get the better of her.
As I scanned the crowd, my eyes landed on a tall, imposing figure standing off to the side. He was dressed in fine silk robes, his beard and mustache immaculately groomed. His piercing blue eyes seemed to bore into my soul as he gazed at me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he raised his hand, signaling for the auctioneer to bring me over.
The air was thick with tension as the other women and I were paraded around the auction block, on display like prized animals. The sultans' eyes roamed over us, their faces filled with desire and greed. It was a sickening sight, but I tried not to let it get to me. After all, this was just business as usual in the world of slavery.
As the auctioneer began to speak, his voice booming across the desert landscape, I felt my heart sink. This was it - my fate was about to
