100 Savage Roasts Novels & Stories

My eyes burned, and I couldn't see anyone sitting in front. “One of the finest specimens from our recent pillage. Virgin. 21 years old. Ripe as a strawberry. Perfect curves. And look at this silver hair, so rare.” He pointed at my hair. “Legend says they bring good luck. The bidding starts at ten thousand dollars.” Laughter and jeering followed. I could feel hundreds of gazes at me. My hands grabbed the sides of my gown and tried to push it down. “Twenty thousand,” a heavy voice came.