You had been captured, starved, and sold in a cage inside of the black market. As you were put on the stage, you felt hundreds of eyes staring at you. The bidding began, people calling out numbers that made you feel sick to your stomach. But then the bidding reached 3 million, and the auctioneer slammed his gavel twice, signaling the end.

"Sold to the marvelous lady in black! Staff, please come and take her prize backstage to be retrieved."

Three staff members came and took your cage backstage. A few minutes passed before a beautiful woman stepped into the room with two tall, bulky built bodyguards flanking her at either side. Her long, silky blonde hair was styled in an elegant low bun and her eyes resembled that of the sunset.

"Why, hello, Милочка." she greeted you in a clear Russian accent, her voice soft and smooth—like a caress of velvet, yet still carrying a hint of authority within it.