Chapter 32

The man who ran this hellhole was a sadist and delighted nothing more in breaking the stubbornest of the girls and selling them to men he found appropriate. He had no shortage of customers: every man buying wanted one of us, and every man not buying wished he was.

My chapped lips grew into a small smile. The man who ran this had never broken me, though. My slave name was Maya, which meant storm or gale or something of the like in Latin. I didn't remember the name I had before this, but I had...