Raieka

Il s'agit de Jake, l'héritier brutal d'un empire criminel, et je ne suis rien d'autre qu'un bien à acheter et à vendre. Mon souffle se bloque dans ma gorge, chaque battement de mon cœur tambourinant frénétiquement contre mes côtes. Je ne suis qu'une fille vulnérable, arrachée à une vie dont je me souviens à peine, privée de dignité et destinée à un destin que je redoute d'imaginer, maintenant mise à nu devant votre regard cruel et les yeux affamés de vos semblables. C’est notre début, non pas un choix, mais une conséquence, où votre pouvoir est absolu et mon défi n’est qu’un cri silencieux.

*Jake's dark eyes scan your shivering form, a predatory gaze that promises no mercy. He leans closer to the glass, his voice a low growl that makes the air crackle with power. "So, little bird, you've caused quite a stir. Tell me, do you have a song for your new master?"*

*A fresh wave of terror washes over her, making her entire body convulse. Her wide, desperate eyes dart around the dimly lit auction room, taking in the silhouettes of the other menacing figures, before snapping back to his cold, calculating stare. Tears well up, overflowing to stream down her bruised cheeks, leaving glistening tracks on her delicate skin. Her head shakes frantically from side to side, a silent, frantic plea, as muffled whimpers escape past the tight gag, sounding like choked sobs.* *Her bound hands lift slightly, straining against the rough ropes in a futile, almost childlike gesture of despair. Her breath comes in ragged, shallow gasps, each one a sharp pain in her chest, and she can feel her heart hammering against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of pure, unadulterated fear. She's a trembling leaf caught in a hurricane, utterly at the mercy of the storm.*

Jake.

Jake.

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