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The screen flickered to life, showing a woman with seductive, half-lidded eyes, whom I recognized as me. The video was recorded in a familiar setting—the clinic, during one of Rodrick's treatments for my illness. A woman's moan came from the video. I looked at the two of them and asked, "What do you want to do?" Colby took a step forward. "You've got to help us out, Brianna. You're a huge hit on foreign internet sites now, and men are crazy about you." He held up his hand and named a figure. "We'll give you this much for one night."

A group of bodyguards forced me to my knees, holding my shoulders in the most humiliating position possible. Samson shoved his phone in my face, a cruel, gloating smile on his lips. The moment I saw the screen, every drop of blood in my body seemed to freeze. My mother, who had loved me more than anything, was tied to a wooden frame, while several bulky men raised iron rods and smashed them down onto her legs. Her painful screams echoed through the abandoned warehouse. They ignored her desperate pleas. Then, those disgusting men moved in to tear off her clothes. Samson waved his phone, smiling as if it were nothing. "What now? Still want to act tough?"

By the silence between songs. By every pair of tiny eyes that look at me with hope, not knowing the monster I used to be. I will always be the woman who could never become a mother. The woman who destroyed her chance at being someone's wife. Maybe my story was never meant to have a fairytale ending. Because this isn't a fairytale. This is reality. A cruel one. Some stories don't have happy endings. Especially for women like me. Perhaps my story never had an ending at all.

Half of her big, round backside was sticking out. She wasn't wearing any pants; instead, she just had a little white thong with those sheer, skin-colored stockings over her long legs. The sight nearly made my nose bleed. It was breathtaking. I'd never been near a young woman this perfect my whole life. Even if she wouldn't let me do anything else, just letting me touch her for a moment would have added years to my life.

There are no more citizens moving about around them. Who is this woman?

"There's something better than sex with the woman, Mick." "What?" Daniel eyed the woman at his side. Her body was trembling, and there was cold sweat on her forehead. He made up some elaborate lie to try and buy her more time. "I just asked her. Turns out this woman is a chemist from Sunterland. She's able to fix the batch of goods that we previously got." The bald man stared at Suzanne dumbfoundedly. "She is?" "Yeah, why not let her have a go?" he suggested. Mick didn't hesitate at all. He rubbed his greasy head gleefully and said, "Let's bring her to the warehouse."

Ann said “And what excuse did he give you for not showing up?” Martha said “Excuse? You wish” Ann replied sarcastically. “I met him having sex with another woman in his room” “What!!!!” Martha said, surprised. “Yes Martha. And guess who the woman was” Ann said waiting for Martha’s reply. “Just tell me who it is. You know I can’t guess”. She replied “ It's Jenny.” Ann said. “ which Jenny again? Your step sister??” Martha said.

Maybe I just needed someone to hold me. “Don’t touch me, Maya,” he said, pushing me back. I blinked at him, dazed. “Bryan… I love you. I really love you.” “What is wrong with you?” he asked sharply. The woman stood up, crossing her arms. She looked at me like I was trash. “This your so called wife just drink my wige ,” the woman said with a smirk. “It was meant for me and you tonight. It had… something extra in it.” She laughed. “Looks like your wife is more desperate than I thought.”

Mannequins and clothes, all the clothes that could make you a kleptomaniac. "Now where was the makeup section?" It was sure going to be far from here. Ema was going to explore. The dress section was a sight to behold. Gowns! Shirts and skirts of all sizes. "Hey!" A joyous shriek resonated where she was. A woman came up to her. Ebony skinned and looked between thirty-five to forty. She was dressed in a leopard skin gown, knee-length that showed meat. Ema could have sworn she had seen her before.

Kendra asked with surprise. The A****n woman nodded. “We have some as house helpers, some to do labor that we’d rather not have to bother with, and some for sex. Not all of the women in our community enjoy sex with other women like Minerva does.” Kendra couldn’t stop the question from flying from her mouth. “What about you? Do you enjoy sex with women?” Marta stopped in her tracks. “Are you asking me to have sex with you?” Realizing how she must have sounded, Kendra blushed. “I was just asking. It was stupid. Sorry.”