Bred by the Silent Bidder (Auctioned to the Bratva)

He never speaks. Never shows his hand. Just watches from the shadows as the bidding climbs higher and higher… until, without a word, he owns me. I don’t know what he wants. I don’t know what he’s thinking. But I feel it in the way he looks at me, like I’ve already been chosen, already been claimed. And when he finally touches me, I realise silence doesn’t mean mercy… it means obsession.