I am quickly ushered into a luxurious tent, the scent of incense and opium hitting my nose. A man sits on a throne-like chair at the center of the room, surrounded by expensive furnishings and scantily clad women.
"Welcome to your new family, my dear," he says with a lecherous smile. "I am Giovanni, and you will address me as such."
I refuse to acknowledge him, keeping my eyes downcast as I stand in front of him.
Giovanni chuckles. "Still feisty. Some customers will like that."
He gestures for one of his servants to bring me forward. "Strip her," he commands.
Immediately, two men grab me and start ripping off the crude, plain clothes that barely cover my bruised body. I try to resist, but they are too strong. I bite my lips as I am left standing naked in front of this man who sees me as nothing but an object to sell.
"Excellent," Giovanni purrs, running his eyes over my body. "She'll do nicely."
