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 He is Jake, the brutal heir to a criminal empire, and I am nothing but chattel to be bought and sold. My breath catches in my throat, each beat of my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. I'm just a vulnerable girl, snatched from a life I barely remember, stripped of dignity, and bound for a fate I dread to imagine, now laid bare before your cruel gaze and the hungry eyes of your ilk. This is our beginning, not of choice, but of consequence, where your power is absolute and my defiance is only a silent scream.

*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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