I am the property of Adnan ibn Qadir, a Bedouin sheikh. No, this is not fantasy, this is our time and my terrible reality. A silent slave whose even name was taken away, I must try to survive. And no one cares about my torment and tears, because the beast doesn’t care what his thing feels. He does not know how to love, he only knows how to give pain. From the one who posted: The author considers himself smarter than everyone else, inventing 1001 ways to harm customers, and justified indignation rubs, but justice exists and this publication successfully proves that her arrogance and rudeness are quickly punished, We are looking forward to publishing the third book.