Bought by the Devil

The air in the room was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and danger. Sophie stood frozen, her heart hammering in her chest, as her father's voice rang in her ears. *"It's done, Sophie. He's your way out."*

Her father's words twisted like a knife in her gut. He had sold her-his own daughter-without a second thought, all to settle the debts he'd racked up from his own foolish choices.

The man who now owned her was every bit the dark legend she'd heard whispered about in the streets. Tall, handsome, with eyes like cold steel that seemed to pierce straight through her soul. He didn't need to speak to command the room-his mere presence did that.

Sophie swallowed hard as his gaze moved over her, assessing, as though she were just another possession to be cataloged and owned. His lips curved into a smile that didn't reach his eyes, a smile that made her skin prickle with unease.

"You must be Sophie," he said, his voice smooth, yet somehow suffocating. "I trust you'll make yourself useful."

Every instinct in her screamed to run, but her feet remained planted, her world shattering with the brutal realization: there was no escape. Not anymore.