ime." The woman throws a dress in my f

ms through the cracks in the window, illuminating the dust fl

me, a cheap fabric that scratches my skin. Looking in the mirror, I barely recognize the girl staring bac

look

rror. There used to be five of us in this room, but the other three disappeared one by one.

the same woman who had thrown the dress in my face this morning. She is the manager of this shithole, an authori

he hall like an echo of my inevitable fate. She stops in front of a door and k

ght the

cold, calculatin

r closes behind me with an ominous click, leaving me

makes life miserable for the girls who pass by here. I wonder how she can do this; doesn't she rememb

you want to live, you hav

le on her face. I nod, surprised that she knows my name. "I'm

ther words that

murmur, feeling

he says as her eyes shine with greed. "To

eryone who visits this place is usually rich and powerful me

well; you could have a life of luxury." She leaves a couple of photos on the desk and my eyes focu

ussia, girl. So, I recommend that you get into his eyes because if he doesn't buy you, you will go straight into the han

erful man. But how can I do that? Anxiety consumes me as I thin

s firmly, "you have

ight of the world fall on m

thout a word, feeling the heavy air of the h

ike a drum in my chest. What kind of life awaits me? Will I be a

e to face the unknown tonight: an encounter with the Devil could be both

The dim lights in the room flickered, creating an atmosphere charged with tension and anticipation. The auctioneers

d nervous laughter, but all I can think about is what is at stake. There are ten of us girls who will be sold tonight, including me. Each of us is an object in this grotesque spec

rs begin the presentation with melodious voices that tr

from what I could see in the photo of the boss, he is different. He wore a chain around his neck adorned with tiger teeth, a symbol of power and feroci

erself and the respect with which she spoke, he must be the most important man in this shitty country. And then, as if it wer

e "Devil." All the guests in the room tensed upon noticing his presence; he was someone very important

twice as tall as me; he could even be three times as tall. His wet hair falls over his forehead like a dark,

ing to understand who he was that I did not realize that I had exchanged glances with him. His gaze is pen

terr

how; if he didn't notice me, I would be finished. If I make it out of this place, I will do whatever it takes

my friend, I'm sure I would be dead in less than a day. I ju

ease,

k a

after? Is he just another buyer at this macabre auction or does he have hidden intentions? Uncertainty

ybe there is someone willing to help me if he buys me. With each quickening beat in my chest

use at the end of the day, all I want is to have a normal