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It all started with that stupid survey. I guess I should have seen the red flags that it had. Maybe the fact that it was for women between the ages of 18 and 30 or the questions asking if we had any immediate family. Any smart person probably would have at least had a second thought. Not me though. I just had to go on the damn cruise. So here I am now. A slave. Sold to a fallen angel. Daragon is his name but I must call him Master most of the time. He think my name is some sort of sign that I have always needed to belong to him. Evangeline. It rolls off his tongue with humor as he gives me new chores. I guess this could be worse. I've heard that a lot of the girls are used for sexual purposes. Not me. I'm lucky for that. At least I will stay pure when I finally die here.
The Customer
