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smile never reaching his eyes. At once I felt like a prey caught in the deathly stare of a predator. The room is silent, no bustling of noise nor please from the slaves as

pair of designer sunglasses hanging out of the chest pocket and a pair of black combat boots to finish odd the ensemble, nothing screams “special” about this male other then the lo

Nightwood the heir of Symphrain stands before me. The two men quietly converse about what the prince came for, probably a slave to serve his every desire. If the Crown Prince is here then that meant

tioning to my being with a smirk on his face. Shock fills me at the offered price for my body. This Prince is willing to pay three times the amount for me if he likes my voice. Gasps sound ar

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e it out alive. The sound of the cage doors swinging open, bars crashing against each other with a loud bang alerts me to the presence of another person inside the prison I woke up in. Loud foot steps upon the metal floor make quick work where I sit, frozen with an unknown fear. Turning to face the intruder in my cage, I come face to face with a tall male in a black suit, my face reflected in his mirrored sun glasses. His build screams body guard, one not to mess with and one to fear if his charge is attacked in any way. Muscles bunch with each determined stride under his fitted suit as each steps leads him closer to where I sit. My eyes search for a way to avoid this unknown man, not wanting his hands on me in any way. Seeing a clear view to the open door and a chance at freedom hope ignites a flame of determination inside me, all I have to do is run around this unknown man and fight my way out. Taking a deep breath to steady the nerves from the fear that fights against my determination t

aging Royal Property!” A shout is heard followed by another pair of hands pulling

looking to get into Prince Alekai’s good graces in hopes of the Prince visiting the shop in the future. Silence and a dismissive hand is all t

e restrained and thwart any attempt at running away. My eyes continue to scan the room for any way to escape, any way to gain sympathy and help. But everyone turned away to look at the many cages we pass by, one even holding children that made my heart break at the sight of them. This is the cruel world we live in. With a sigh, I am pulled past another door, my eyes adjusting to the brighter room as the sounds of puppies bark

. A gleaming silver limousine with the Royal crest painted onto the doors waits for us on the curb, a man I assume to be the driver for Prince Alekai bows to us as

Prince slides in gracefully, taking hold of my wrist and pulling me onto his lap and against his solid body. One arm holds me in place, snaking around my waist and thwarting any attempt to move away. His free hand

rd. Its only a matter of time u