Chapter Eleven
“Hurry!” the small, brown-skinned woman urged Gia. “He is waiting!”
Gia looked at her reflection in the mirror. She barely recognized herself. For the first time since she had been brought to this terrible place she had been allowed to wear clothes, but the clothes covered nothing, really. The harem pants might reach from her waist, where they were held up by nothing more than multicolored beads on a string, to her ankles, which were weighed down by multiple metal anklets of different widths and different metals, but they were made of a material so gauzy that it was very nearly transparent. They were also crotchless. Her freshly-shaved mons was completely visible, as was the beginning of the slit between her labia. A diamond stud winked in the light at the very beginning o
