r was gone-she had sold her like she was nothing more than a broken object, a quick escape from the debt and bitterness that had mar

Elena ordered a big guard, who grabbed Aurora's arm and pulled her down a hallway. The smell of cigarettes and cheap perfume was thick, making Aurora feel si

r mother, but the fear of what was ahead was even stronger. The walls felt like they were c

und of the key turning making Aurora's heart race. The door opened, and Madam Elena stepped in, looking at Aurora'

thes at her feet. "Put this on. You're meeting Damian tonight," she said. The name was heavy with fear, and Aurora's

f heels. She put them on, feeling exposed and vulnerable. The dress was tight and uncomfortable,

ndparents, who had once loved and supported her mother, abandoned them both. Alone and struggling, Aurora's mother had grown bitter, blaming Au

to be called to see Damian. Rumors said he was brutal and unkind, but that girls who survived his

hey climbed a staircase, and Aurora's legs felt weak. The guard knocked on a thick, heavy door, and a deep voice

d intimidating, with a look that could freeze anyone in place. The room was filled with rich decorations, a sharp c

he ordered, his voice

ed and tried to s

ately. "I said take it off," he repeate

ty. Aurora was now alone with this man, the one who had bought her like an object. Her dress felt

"I'm only eighteen. Don't do this." Her voice was s