In the sultry darkness, his eyes burned into her skin like fiery brandings. The slave trader towered over her, his rough hands gripping her bound wrists behind her back. He leaned in close enough for their bodies to touch, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. His words were low and threatening, yet strangely arousing. She trembled in both fear and anticipation as he ran his calloused fingers down her exposed thigh. She could feel the heat emanating from his large frame, his muscles tense and ready for action. Slowly, he lifted her chin with his rough hand, gazing deeply into her terrified eyes. There was an unspoken understanding between them; this wasn't just about power or control—it was a dangerous dance of lust and desire.
