Chapter 32
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Updated : Jan 5th, 2021
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 rather...
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