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“Three hundred thousand!”
“Four hundred thousand!”
Oh, my God!
Four hundred thousand dollars…
It’s incomprehensible!
“You can do it, gents. Bring me half a million. Half a million dollars and you can be the first – remember, she’s untouched, gentlemen. Pure and innocent. You’ll be going where no other man has sown his seed.” The auctioneer is really into it now.
I would cover my face with my hands, but I refuse. I won’t!
“One million!” an almost unnaturally deep, guttural voice booms out, silencing the entire crowd. My breath catches in my throat.
God!
Oh, God!
The room falls eerily quiet for seconds that seem longer than a lifetime. The silence becomes so ghostly, that I can hear my own ragged breath and my racing heartbeat pounding in my chest. These men are bidding on me like I’m not a human being with thoughts, feelings, hopes, and dreams. It’s revolting. And the one who just outbid everyone is clearly the worst of them all.
“One million dollars!” The auctioneer sounds stupefied. “You really appreciate quality when you see it, don’t you sir?”
His question is left without an answer. There is another moment of silence. “Any more bids? We’re looking at a million bucks, gentlemen.” More silence. “That’s one million dollars’ worth of pure pleasure. Take a look at it and see what you’re missing out on.” The silence drags on further and further. And with it, my heart races faster and faster.
Monster!
What kind of a monster would do this??
“And there you have it, folks! One million dollars for our tasty little virgin. Going once… Going twice…” The auctioneer’s voice echoes throughout the room, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. “Sold! To the gentleman in the back who knows a good thing when it’s standing in front of him.”
No!
Voices are rising around me as excitement takes over the hall. I can only assume that the sudden jump in price has caused a commotion. Not that I care. I’m too horrified at what’s just happened.
Sold!
I’ve been sold. I’m some stranger’s possession. Property of some sicko who intends to use me as some sort of sex toy. Or maybe worse.
I force myself to keep breathing, to maintain my composure. Whoever this monster is, he won’t have it easy. I’ll fight him every step of the way.
I’ll fight to the death if I have to.
Chapter Two
Kirill
I recline on the plush leather couch.
I’m wreathed in shadows, absently stroking the smooth crystal of my glass. The clear liquid swirls hypnotically, glimmering silver that does nothing to calm the anticipation brewing within me. I hadn’t planned on this; sitting here waiting for a woman I just bought like a prized heifer. Yet, here I am, captured by the memory of midnight-colored eyes and a defiance that stirred a primal hunger in me.
The room I’m sitting in surprised me when I arrived. The receiving area where buyers can examine their purchases. I’d expected it to be different; as tasteless as the activity that goes on outside the tall double doors. It’s not. Dimly lit and shadowed, yes, but it’s also luxuriously appointed. Elegant paneling, plush furniture, expensive art. Yet, it’s all a deception. The cultured exterior disguises the nature of what happens in the hall I just left.
Selling women.
Human trafficking was never my thing. Not that I’m an angel; far from it. But there is something about preying on the innocent that doesn’t sit well with me. My world is driven by violence and blood. It has always been that way. But it’s the blood of men who know the score before they get involved in it. Bad motherfuckers, just like I am. These girls are victims. Snatched from airports, off the streets, casualties of illegal immigration. They didn’t choose to be here. And yet the one I just bought was delivered by her own father.
Theodore Avants.
