Chapter Nine
Cigar smoke poured into the anteroom where I waited for my turn, so thick I almost choked. I couldn’t imagine what that other room would be like where all this poison was produced. I’d been told this was a general auction, my fellow slaves in the bordello knew all about the auctions, and this obviously wasn’t the cultured kind where the best flesh was put up for sale. After just five months in Sergei’s service I was surprised that I was no longer considered prime. Indian advised me that it had nothing to do with being “prime flesh”, it was pure and simple a business move. Cece told me not to worry, it really didn’t matter how I was sold, or where the transaction took place. “All auctions are exercises in humiliation.”
“You’ll think yourself as useless as a dog on the street
