
roger-50360282 @roger-50360282
I woke up with a start. My name is Michaela and I'm 30 years old. I have no memory of my past and don't know how I got here or what this place is.
The desert sun beats down on me relentlessly. I stand nude among dozens of other women, all vying for the attention of rich sultans who seek to purchase us as their slaves. I'm not sure why they chose me or where I came from, but I know I need to survive if I want to live.
The auctioneer's voice booms through the desert air as he presents each of us to the sultans. My heart races with fear and uncertainty as I wait my turn. What will happen when it's my time? Will anyone show interest in me, or will I be left standing alone once more?