The women I sold weren’t people, they were a commodity.
Until she came along...
We differed from each other in every way possible;
her good to my evil; her innocence to my depravity.
But what’s the expression? Opposites attract?
From the first time I laid eyes on her she pulled me in. Consumed my every thought for weeks as I watched security feed of her lying in that dirty cell. I had to have her for myself.
By the time the auction came around, she wouldn’t be in attendance…
...She’d already be mine.