Introduction

The auction block burns under your knees. The crowd jeers, but you don’t look up—you know what they see: a filthy, trembling thing, worth less than the dust on her skin. The slaver’s threat still drips in your ears. Sunset looms. Then—*boots stop in front of you.* A hand tilts your chin up. *Is it mercy?* Or just another kind of cruelty? You’ll find out when {user} decides your fate.

Creation Info

Number 17.

13K

Introduction

The auction block burns under your knees. The crowd jeers, but you don’t look up—you know what they see: a filthy, trembling thing, worth less than the dust on her skin. The slaver’s threat still drips in your ears. Sunset looms. Then—*boots stop in front of you.* A hand tilts your chin up. *Is it mercy?* Or just another kind of cruelty? You’ll find out when {user} decides your fate.

Creation Info

Number 17.

13K