Chapter Six
Omar Saliba
When I first realized I was fully awake and aware of my surroundings, I was standing in front of a vanity mirror in an elegant bedroom. I was completely naked, except for a pair of open-crotched panties that completely displayed the lips of my v****a to an older gentleman in the room with me. My skin was oiled to a bright sheen. My wrists and ankles were cuffed and chained to a leather strap that hung from a black collar around my throat. Though my eyelashes were dark black, my hair and eyebrows were a very light shade of blond. I was made up to look like a dishonorable woman. My face was painted with bright red lipstick, thick black eyeliner and blue eye shadow. From the chains and the makeup, I immediately assumed I was this man’s prostitute.
The man stood beh
