Chapter 1: You, What Is Your Name?
A young lady struggled in the arms of a man who was forcefully pulling her along with him.
"No! Let me go! Take your hands off me, you bastard!" Her hazel eyes reflected deep fear. Behind her, she could hear the frightened scream—the implores of the women being dragged as well.
The tears that had brimmed up in her eyes started to drop bit by bit. She glanced behind her at these women, clad in white floor-length dresses just like her.
Deep terror deluged her, and with nothing else to do to save herself, she began to plead, "Please let me go! I don’t want to be sold! Please, I beg you!"
But this man yanking her was not at all fazed by her plea. It looked as though he wasn’t hearing a single word from her.
Abruptly, they came to a halt. The blonde-haired man reached for the handle of a door. He opened the wooden door and shoved the young woman inside along with the rest.
The room was dark, and none of them could glimpse even a single object. The only thing they could discern was the sound of their thumping heartbeat.
"Where are we?" one of the women inquired. Her voice was trembling.
None, including the hazel-eyed young lady, could give an answer. She was focused on trying to make out her surroundings, even though there was no source of light in the room.
The snap of a finger suddenly reverberated, and the lights above the ceiling of the room came on at once. A young, lanky man, dressed in a very colorful suit, stood. He was grinning with his lavender orbs, scanning the women.
"Are they ready?" he questioned.