|| CASSENDRA'S POV ||

My surroundings blurred into a haze of uncertainty as I found myself thrust into the merciless grip of a ruthless owner in the black market. The air was thick with the stench of despair as my new reality unfolded—a life marked by harsh commands and the sting of a whip. The owner, a faceless figure with cruelty etched into every line of their countenance, reveled in the power they wielded over me.

"Move, slave!" The owner's command cut through the air, a harsh reminder of the chains that bound me to this wretched existence. The whip cracked against my back, the searing pain eliciting a gasp....