**"The Market"**

The smell of fruit and roast meat filled the air as the cart stopped in front of the vegetable stall. The stallholder, a middle-aged man with a straw hat, looked at the four naked women kneeling beside Kris and then at him.

"What will it be today, boss?" he asked, as if he served customers dragged by sex slaves every day.

Kris pointed to the tomatoes.

"Two kilos. And..." He turned to Elena. "Choose."

She reached out, taking a watermelon and raising it as an offering.

"This one, master?"

"Good girl." Kris pinched her nipple before looking at the stallholder. "And a knife."

The man handed her a kitchen knife without hesitation. Kris took it and turned to Lena.

— **"Open it."**

She arched her back, opening her legs without question. With a fluid movement, Kris plunged the knife into the watermelon, cutting it in half over Lena's genitals. The juice ran down her thighs, dripping onto the dirt floor.

— **"Lick it,"** he ordered.

Lena obeyed, bending over to lick the juice that ran down her own body.

The market vendor wiped his hands on his apron and wrote down the price in a small notebook.

— **"Anything else?"**

Kris smiled, licking his fingers.

— **"That's all."**

Elena picked up the soggy watermelon and carefully placed it on the cart.

No one looked. No one bothered.

After all, it was *normal*.