The car stopped on the driveway of an old fort far away from the city. i get out of the back seat as the driver opens the door for me. immediately my sensitive nose is hit with the unpleasant smell. the path way is covered with blood streaks, and mud and sweat. this is exactly why i chose to wear my knee high stiletto heel boots today with 5 inch pencil thin heels. i am dressed in a business skirt and blazer. with such i heels i look like a giantess, standing out menacingly above the crowd. i intended that. this is an illegal and exclusive slave market for the ultra rich and ultra cruel. yes, the slave trade still goes on today, hidden from the eyes of ordinary masses, of course. Here, they bring in slaves from the poorest countries with promises of jobs and a better life, only to be sold to powerful people like me. Not for the household requirements, we have armies of servant, but to indulge in our sadistic pleasures most of these slaves have a very short useful life, they will be transported to their buyer's secluded (and hidden from the world) mansions and farm houses where their owner will unleash their true monstrosity and cruelty over them. Like me, for example, I enjoy tormenting my slaves with my heels and whips. I also enjoy in phycological abuse, using these slaves as my toilet. I enjoy torturing and tormenting them in front of their famines. specially destroying the children in front of their parents. younger the better. Infants, even superb After I exit the limo, vehicles of my guards, assisting slave and slave transport trucks are directed to the parking spaces as one of my assisting slave hands me my trusty whip and kneels beside me. A receptionist guard approaches to greet me and guide me into the fort. Large doors open and i enter a large lounge. Today, the hall is almost entirely filled with women like myself with a seldom male buyers as well (not that I think they should be allowed, men's place IS at the feet of a woman as her worthless slave). drinks are being served by naked female slaves.