They made Shoaib sit on his knees, held by two of his men. When I tried to approach him, one of his men grabbed me as well. I screamed and tried to shake them off, but their grip on my shoulders was so tight that it was making my breath hitch. Tears began to fill my eyes. Martha had once told me never to cry in difficult situations because it only showed how weak you were. But my sobs had a mind of their own.

Shoaib's face turned red, as if he was in a lot of pain and trying to fight back but couldn't. "Trid!!" he yelled his name loudly. Trid looked at him and started laughing. Approaching Shoaib, Trid bent down, grabbed his chin with a jerk, and, face-to-face with Shoaib, spat on his face.

He said, "Do you think you can challenge me, Shoaib? You are just my driver, helping with transporting things in and out. Don't forget, I am your boss! It's not about your ego and..." He turned to me and added, "...nor about the girl, because now she belongs to the boss."

As soon as he said this, Shoaib yelled, "You won't even lay a hand on her, Trid!"

"Or what?" Trid looked back at him, standing up straight and starting to pace. "Or what, Shoaib? You won't be able to do anything."

"Are you really going to ruin your life over a girl, Shoaib?" Trid stopped in front of him and asked, "Don't you want to go back to your family?"

Trid ran his hand through his beard and added, "Don't you want to return to your wife and two children, Shoaib?"

Hearing this, Shoaib's anger slowly faded, and he lowered his head as if he was bowing to Trid's words. Seeing this, more tears welled up in my eyes and began to trickle down my cheeks. I felt a slight ache in my chest, thinking that he, too, was a man trapped away from his family, just like me, and I wondered what he was doing all this for.

After a while, a laugh escaped his mouth, and he said, "Alright, Shoaib, I'll let you go now, but you'll leave quietly and continue with your work."

Upon hearing this, Shoaib's face quickly turned towards Trid, his eyes glistening with a hint of tears, but Trid cut him off, saying, "Without this girl, the girl you have come here with" and pointed his finger at me.

Hearing this, my world felt like it was collapsing. Pain surged through my entire body, and my legs felt numb. It was as if time had stopped and I was dreaming, hoping that someone would pinch me so I could wake up. I looked around, trying to make sense of it all.

Trid's men drag Shoaib to the gate, throw him outside, and then slam it shut. I watch in horror as they start preparing for my own death right before my eyes.

Now, it's just Trid and his men left. Trid approaches me so closely that the stench of his sweat and stale food hits my face. I turn my head to the side, but he grabs it and forces me to face him. He says, "The governor will be very pleased to see this girl today."

I bit down hard on his finger, which was poking my mouth, making him pull his hand away and glare at me. "If you touch me again, I'll break your face, and I'll make sure your precious governor and everyone else dies. Do you understand?" A smirk appeared on his face as he said, "You're no longer my property. You belong to someone else now, and he will do whatever he wants with you and ruin you." 

His words were very clear and straightforward, and I didn't need to try to understand further. It was obvious that these people were selling me and that I had no chance of escaping. After that, he blindfolded me, put me in a vehicle, and once I fell into a deep sleep, I remembered nothing else.

As soon as I opened my eyes, they pushed me out of the car and made me stand in front of a large palace. They grabbed me and took me inside the palace. I struggled and tried to break free, but their hold was so tight that I had no choice but to follow them. They brought me close to the modern building with Trid and left me with him. Then, Trid grabbed my hand tightly and dragged me inside.

As soon as we entered, the four tall guards at the gate, who were as tall as pillars, took a step forward to stop Trid. Then they moved aside, and another guard grabbed Trid's hand, halting him and pointing towards me. A smile appeared on Trid's face, and he quickly began dragging me inside.

I saw a man sitting in front of me in a large, open bar. His back was facing us which was very broad, indicating a large build structure. His jet-black hair was neatly cut. He wore an expensive coat and black pants, with polished brown shiny shoes on his feet. He was seated on a chair placed there, and a long corridor extended from his side, likely leading further into the house. Trid let go of my hand and began walking towards him. The clinking sound of the man's thick gold rings was echoing on the thick glass panes, making a noticeable noise.

"Sir, I have brought a girl with me for your entertainment." As soon as Trid said this, the movement of the man's hands stopped, and a sudden silence fell over the hall.

"Who gave you permission to come here!?" A sudden voice from the corner made me jump and scared me. A man dressed in a grey professional suit from top to bottom stood there. He wore glasses, and his face had a serious, dedicated look. He held a file tightly in his fist. He approached and stood between Trid and the man, frowning and glaring at Trid.

he repeated his question "I asked you something Trid. who gave you the permission to come here." 

"Why are you calling me wise, Mr. Grey? I come here often to deal with you." "Yes, but I summoned you here today for a national issue!" "We hadn't agreed to meet today, Trid." "I know, Mr. Grey, but I didn't come empty-handed. I brought something excellent for the governor." Trid said with a laugh, and hearing this, I became furious because I knew exactly what he meant. The man named Mr. Grey looked at me and clenched his teeth. He moved slightly closer to Trid and said, "Are you sure this girl has never been brought to the governor before?"

"I knew you would like her, Mr. Grey, and the governor will appreciate my choice. She is very skilled in these matters." Trid said happily. Grey nodded, and then he glanced at my hands tied behind my back. A questioning look appeared on his face as he turned to Trid, "But I don't see any marks on her hands where a chip could be implanted."

A chip? Do they implant chips in people here? Hearing this, I felt a sharp pain in my hands as if someone was inserting a chip right then. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to endure the pain and absorb everything that was happening."N-no, Mr. Grey. The thing is, she's new here. As soon as I met her, I brought her straight here." Mr. Grey looked shocked and angry. He glanced at the man who had been silently sitting behind him, only filling his glass with beer and drinking it.

Grey turned back to Trid and said "Trid, I have told you that you can only bring girls here who already work for us. No new girl should come here. And you brought her along without even making her a part of our world yet. Are you out of your mind?" A different world.

"Sir, that would take a lot of time, and I need some money now, so..." Hearing this, Grey raised his eyebrows at Trid. "Sir, don't you think the governor will use her as much as he wants and then kill her afterward anyway? So, whether she becomes a part of our world or not doesn't make any difference. And if she leaves here now, I don't think she'll survive out there for long... Do you understand what I'm trying to say, Sir?" Grey took a deep breath and told Trid to wait outside. Trid gave me a sharp look as he passed by and left, leaving me alone. Grey came closer and looked at my face carefully. All he must have seen was sweat, my hair stuck to my face, and tears running down my cheeks. He then said, "So Trid was right, you are a virgin."

He said this to my face and then walked over to the man, placing a file on the table before sitting next to him. They ignored me for quite a while, talking amongst themselves, with Grey occasionally listening and nodding. My eyes were swollen from crying and kept getting heavy, making it hard for me to see the walls around me. I had never seen such a beautiful house before. Growing up in an orphanage with crumbling walls and constantly moving because of my uncle, I had never had a stable home. He would disappear for two months at a time, then come back for a month before moving us again. Ever since he got his new job, he never talked about it.

After a while, Grey also left, leaving the file behind. I stood there helpless. Why was everyone leaving me alone today? Tears kept filling my eyes from fear, making me more exhausted. But my exhaustion vanished in an instant when the man at the bar took his glass of beer and swirled it, causing the ice to clink against the glass.

He looked at me, and my whole body trembled as I heard his deep, heavy voice.

"So?"

His hair was tousled in front as if he had run his fingers through it. His eyes were pitch black. His face was perfectly sculpted with a sharp jawline—everything about him was flawless. He looked like a gift from the gods, incredibly sexy and handsome.

"So, you're the governor here?" I asked, my voice weak from exhaustion, but my frustration gave me a bit of strength. "Do you enjoy treating women like this? Do you implant chips in them? How do you control them with your remote? You make them dance, work, and keep them locked up here? Tell me, what do you do? I want answers!"

It felt like someone had drugged me, and it was taking effect. "And if you can’t answer my questions, let me go right now!" I didn’t have the strength to take another step, but my tongue still had enough fight left. The governor finished his drink, got up from the stool, and walked over to me with his hands in his pockets. He leaned in and said softly, "Grey didn’t tell me you’re a virgin."

I opened my mouth to respond, but he cut me off. "And with the way your mouth keeps running, you must be a very frustrated virgin. I will enjoy tormenting you, taking your breath away, having sex with you to my heart’s content, and watching you suffer."

He smirked at me. "Hi, Lime. Nice to meet you. I'm the governor. Welcome to my world." As he said this, his eyes turned completely black, and a sinister joy spread across his face.