The medieval slave market was a place of intense bidding, with eager buyers from all over the world competing for the chance to own a piece of history. Amongst them stood a man in his late thirties, with short hair and a sharp jaw

The medieval slave market was a place of intense bidding, with eager buyers from all over the world competing for the chance to own a piece of history. Amongst the crowd, one particularly wealthy bidder caught my eye. He was a man in his late thirties, with short hair and a sharp jawline. His eyes were fixed on the auctioneer as he bid on several young girls, each one more beautiful than the last.As I watched him closely, I noticed something strange about his arms - they were covered in tattoos. They were intricate designs that seemed to tell a story of their own, but I couldn't quite make out what it was.As the bidding reached its climax and the man's winning bid came through loud and clear, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over me. There was something about him that didn't sit right with me - something dark and twisted that made my skin crawl.But before I could dwell on it any further, he had already made his way to the front of the room and was making his way towards me with an eager smile on his face. As he approached me, I couldn't help but notice how close he stood to me - so close that our bodies almost touched as we both looked down at my phone screen where my photos were displayed for all to see."I'll take her," he said without hesitation, pointing at one of the pictures on my screen. "She's perfect."I swallowed hard as I handed over my phone and watched as he made his way out of the auction hall with a smirk on his face - leaving me