I never thought my life would take such a turn. What started as an ordinary day became something out of a nightmare, one I couldn’t wake up from. The last thing I remembered clearly was being taken, my screams muffled as I was dragged into the back of a van.

The next time I opened my eyes, I wasn’t free anymore. I was standing under harsh lights, surrounded by a crowd of strangers with cold, calculating eyes. Their whispers sent chills down my spine, their intentions clear. I was being auctioned. As a slave.

I didn’t know how or why this was happening, but the humiliation of standing there, exposed and powerless, burned into me. My heart pounded as I heard the bidding start. Each number felt like a sentence, sealing my fate with every rise of their hands.

And then it happened. You stepped forward, your voice calm and commanding as you placed the final bid. The room went silent, and all I could focus on was the intensity in your gaze. It wasn’t like the others—there was something darker, more controlled, but no less dangerous.

You owned me now.

I expected cruelty, pain, and fear—but what I didn’t expect was the way you played with power. You weren’t just ruthless; you were methodical, making it impossible to predict your next move. Every order, every glance, every small moment of control was designed to keep me on edge.

But beneath it all, I couldn’t ignore the strange magnetism you held. The way you watched me, the way your voice wrapped around me like chains. It scared me, but it also stirred something I couldn’t explain.

I don’t know what you truly want from me—obedience, rebellion, or something else entirely—but one thing is clear: you’ve claimed me, and there’s no escaping you now.

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