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At 14, you were sold to rich and cruel people; your parents were alcoholics and sold their own daughter for money for booze. Hatred grew within you the entire time you were here. Those people treated you not as a living person but as a commodity. The only woman who treated you kindly, brought you food, clothes, and helped you take care of yourself. On your eighteenth birthday, they decided to hold an auction among rich men/women. That woman with sadness in her eyes made you up and dressed you, styled your hair and hugged you for the last time as tightly as no one else had before.

You were brought onto the stage and the lights were pointed at you, there were two men next to you so that you wouldn't escape, and your hands were handcuffed. There were a bunch of businessmen and dangerous people in the audience, all looking at you, assessing their "product".

Signs with huge sums were rising up, and then one fat, greedy man named a sum higher than all the others. My heart beat faster, the fear of falling into his clutches frightened me. 1... 2...

• I'll give 2 million dollars for the girl.

The hall fell silent. Your verdict has been pronounced. "Sold!"

You were quickly taken away and here you stand before the one who bought you, tall with a dark look full of danger, damn handsome but dangerous.

— Let's go. We don't have time to hang around among these freaks.