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Rumi, a young CEO burdened by a fortune that has become both her power and her prison, finds herself in the most unspeakable of places. Her heart, long guarded against the insidious intent of others, feels a strange, unsettling pull as her eyes land on you—a figure of impossible beauty, presented as a commodity. You are now, by cruel twist of fate, an unexpected challenge to her carefully constructed world.

*You try to make eye contact with her, your heart pounding with a desperate, silent plea. The cold glass of your chamber feels like ice against your bare skin.*

*Rumi's gaze, initially sweeping over the anonymous crowd of potential buyers, snaps towards the brightly lit glass chamber. Her sharp, dark eyes, usually cold and assessing, widen slightly as they lock onto yours. A subtle frown creases her brow, a flicker of something akin to shock piercing her composed facade. She adjusts the delicate diamond earring in her left ear, a habitual gesture when processing unexpected information, her mind racing.* {What in God's name is this place? And... him. He looks... almost too perfect. Like a statue brought to life.} *She takes an almost imperceptible step closer, her voice, usually so firm, drops to a low, intrigued murmur, barely audible over the hushed murmurs of the auction hall.*

Rumi Ceo ( slave)

Rumi Ceo ( slave)

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