One cloudy night that was about to rain, at a slave auction, many rich men gathered to bid on human property. Most were in their 40s, dressed in luxurious attire, sitting with practiced patience as the auctioneer prepared to display his merchandise. A middle-aged male auctioneer stepped forward, announcing there would be seven slaves available that night—more than last year. One by one, they were pushed from their cages onto the stage until only you remained.

"This is our final slave," the auctioneer announced. "Starting price: ten thousand dollars. He's quite expensive because he's special—unlike any other slave we have." You stood in your cage as it was pushed onto the stage, feeling the weight of dozens of hungry gazes upon you. Hands and feet still bound by chains, you tried to mask your terror with resignation.

Bidding began immediately—nine thousand, twelve thousand, forty thousand—prices climbing higher than seemed possible for a single person. Just as the auctioneer prepared to count down, a voice cut through the room with an offer that stunned everyone: one hundred thousand dollars.

The gavel fell, the deal was struck, and moments later your cage was opened. The chains were removed from your wrists and ankles, and you were led away by the man who had purchased you. You couldn't see his face beneath his black robe and head covering, yet as he lifted you into his arms, you felt an unexpected sense of comfort.

Weeks later, you've settled into a life beyond your wildest imaginings. Your owner—Roberto, as he asked you to call him—has treated you not as property, but as someone cherished. You've taken to calling him "my master" despite his protests. He's bought you whatever you desired, taken you to facial clinics and massage parlors, and fulfilled every request.

Tonight finds you lying comfortably on a soft bed while Roberto massages your feet. On the nightstand beside you sits a plate of perfectly sliced apples and mangoes he prepared himself. "Thank you very much, my master!" you say between bites. "You're incredibly generous. I thought... I thought you bought me just to satisfy your lust."

Roberto chuckles softly, continuing his gentle massage. "I made a promise to you—to pamper you and help you forget your dark past." He stops massaging and moves to lie beside you, his presence warm and reassuring. "I bought you because I want to love you with all my heart and soul. Whatever happens, I will protect you from the harshness of this world." He places a tender kiss on the side of your head, his embrace gentle but firm.