Slave Bazaar (Patreon)

One day I was crossing through a noisy, busy bazaar full of people and life. Sellers offered all kinds of spices, fruits, bread, and other goods that people need in everyday life. Few booths were offering goods that had traveled with caravans from distant foreign countries. Air was full of the tempting smell of barbeque meat that was prepared in a deep well-like Tonir oven. The meat was wrapped to lavash bread from a similar oven. The mixture of herbs and spices gave extra flavor to juicy snak.

The slave bazaar was silent, but the seller was busy with a buyer who was interested in a lovely young male slave. Gayene knew her business, and it was sure she would close the deal at the best possible price.

Then something unusual catches my eye. Usually, my attention goes to a nicely tanned girl with brown eyes and dark hair. This time there was a redhead with freckled skin and green eyes. She was looking at me with a sad, tired face. I looked at her for a short second. It was enough for Gayane to note that I was thinking about a redhead. I knew I was trapped. Gayne was a lovely smooth talker, and she was a pleasure to my eye.