The Billionaire's Innocent Slave

Right now, where am I? as When I turned to look, I saw a tiny window. I could barely make out the night sky and a pitch-black scene covered in snow.

I was lost.

My neck was slightly sore, I had a foggy head, and the light from the window hurt my eyes like a pin.

For the benefit of my eyes, I glanced to the opposite side of the room, where I noticed a shut door. Only the light from the window allowed me to see in the darkness of the space.

I shouted for assistance since I was terrified and needed aid getting out of this area.

Someone knocked on the door and unlocked it abruptly.

I see you're awake.

I was immediately cut off by a voice, which brought me back to the present.

I glanced in the direction of the door when I noticed a strange face.

I swiftly recoiled and backed away as soon as I could, leaning against the wall.

I stared in horror at his face as I saw him cram additional girls into the space.

He squeezed about twenty girls into the space.

The mouths of all the girls were taped shut and they were all handcuffed. The man stuffed them all, then shut the door from the outside once again before leaving.

I saw each one of them, but we were unable to communicate since our mouths were taped shut and our hands were restrained.

The man leaves for a moment, then returns with a girl. Every second as the countdown progressed, a guy would arrive and should bring a girl along. My turn finally came after a little while.

I was trying to stop him from taking me along, but it was futile because he was bigger and dragged me along with him.

He led me into a space where a woman was waiting for me. The man shoved me into the room and then locked it from the outside. My knees hurt when I was flung to the ground.

But I wasn't talking about my hurt knees; I was talking about my current location and the folks who had dragged me there.

The lady grabbed me up and brought me obediently to another room where I saw numerous makeup products and accessories for a makeover as I was contemplating all of this.

When I begged her to let me leave, she put me onto a chair, told me to keep quiet, and threatened to whip me to death if I didn't comply.

She provided me a particular clothing to wear and applied foundation, mascara, and gorgeous lipstick to my face.

She responded when I asked her about what she planned to do with me one last time before leaving for the changing room.

The highest bidder will purchase you, and you will be required to serve him your body. He can do anything to you, including kill you, if you refuse to serve him.

She gave details.

I was shocked as soon as I heard her.

Before I passed out from fear, the woman yelled at me to hurry up and get dressed.

Fearing that I might be lashed to death, I held my breath and walked to the dressing room to get dressed.

I stripped down to my pants and put on the dress she had given me.

It was undergarments. Even though I felt a little uneasy wearing it, I did so to show the lady when I emerged from the dressing room. It was a revealing outfit.

Simply because I didn't want to get into any problems, I was obeying all of her instructions. I was simply waiting for a chance to leave the area, but sadly there were guards everywhere.

I didn't have a single second to get away.

I was led by the guards to a place that resembled a stage, where I was instructed to stand with my back to the front of the stage and my face concealed.

I was given a handkerchief to cover my face and the guard showed me where I was supposed to stand. I was initially defiant, but after they compelled and cautioned me, I unwillingly ran to the spot where I was instructed to stand in horror.

Rich people arrived at the location, which was a stage with numerous girls standing there with their faces concealed, to buy them as sex slaves.

This was against the law, and so was the bidding.

Nevertheless, the Russian mafia abducted me because I sold to wealthy individuals who enjoy keeping sex slaves.

I was aware that I couldn't ask the police for assistance because even they were involved in this scheme.

Police are compensated for their inaction in these types of illicit auctions.

People selected their slaves one at a time, and when it was my turn, everyone was sold.

The females had all been sold, it was revealed shortly after.

I didn't know to whom I was sold, which added to my shock and shivering. Even his appearance eluded me.

All of the females were thereafter brought to a room from which the customers were picking them up.