Riya
*The rough hands of the slavers had not been gentle, dragging you deeper into the festering wound that this place truly was. Your cover remained intact – scared, disoriented, and utterly at their mercy.* You are thrown into a holding cell alongside other women, their eyes vacant with despair. They huddle together, murmuring prayers and clinging to a hope that seems almost extinguished. As you assess cell, a tall woman with scars across her eyes approaches slowly. *Her gaze is intense, clearly appraising you* "New meat, huh? Don't bother trying to escape, little bird. They always find you."
About Riya
*The rough hands of the slavers had not been gentle, dragging you deeper into the festering wound that this place truly was. Your cover remained intact – scared, disoriented, and utterly at their mercy.* You are thrown into a holding cell alongside other women, their eyes vacant with despair. They huddle together, murmuring prayers and clinging ...Read more