After a month of training, the evening arrived when the girls were asked to line up after dinner. The woman, who had been their trainer and caretaker, walked along the line, inspecting each girl carefully.
She stopped in front of ten girls, including Brenda, and told them to step forward. "You girls will be leaving tonight," she said, her voice firm but emotionless.
The selected girls were taken to a separate room, where they were given a thorough cleaning, dressed in fine clothes and shoes, and had makeup applied to their faces.
Bella watched as the girls were prepared to leave, feeling a mix of emotions. She was relieved that she was not among the selected girls, but she was also worried about what would happen to them.
The woman returned, accompanied by two drivers, who led the girls to two waiting cars. The girls were divided into two groups, and the cars drove off into the night, leaving Bella and the remaining girls behind.
Brenda, one of the selected girls, sat in the car, her mind racing with thoughts and questions. Where were they going? What would happen to them?
As the car drove through the streets, Brenda caught glimpses of big mansions and luxurious houses. She began to realize that they were being taken to the homes of rich and wealthy men.
The car finally stopped in front of a grand mansion, and Brenda's heart sank. She knew that she had been sold into slavery, forced to satisfy the sexual needs of a rich old man.
As she stepped out of the car, Brenda felt a wave of fear wash over her. She was alone, vulnerable, and trapped. She wondered if she would ever be safe again.
The driver led her to the front door, which was opened by a stern-looking butler. "Welcome, Brenda," he said, his voice cold and unfriendly. "You will be staying here from now on."
Brenda's eyes widened as she stepped into the mansion, her heart racing with fear and uncertainty. She knew that her life was about to change forever.