Intro. The hum of the devices on the wrists creaked in the dark velvet room. Nineteen girls in a row, eyes sunken in fear. Evelina – just days away from turning nineteen – was clinging to the torn dress, feeling Sayar's gaze fixed on her skin.
Since she was eight years old in Madame Rosa's brothel, she had been treated like the "pure jewel". No one could touch her until her birthday – a rule imposed because the cruelest arms dealer in the area had chosen her two years ago. Every time she resisted, they punished her in the cold basements.
"Evelina!"
Madame Rosa pointed to her. Evelina advanced slowly, her feet trembling. Men in expensive suits watched her.
"Bids at three million!"
Voices rose, but fell silent when Sayar stood up – burly, scar on his cheek.
"Six million", he said in a raspy voice. "She is mine" .
30 million and it's mine, before it was over I was from Arioc Volterra...
What will happen to me now? .