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Though she couldn’t wait to find out if this was truly her blue, she also couldn’t help but hope it wouldn’t be. Because if he’d been sold… If he’d been sold numerous times before… She didn’t want to imagine what might have happened to him—did not want to entertain the thought that anything at all could have happened to him.
Blue, my Blue…
26Noelle
Noelle strained a smile as her heels clicked on the ground. She did her best to maintain her facade without showing the turmoil inside her heart.
She was alone at this auction after Lucero had pled a headache, but she didn’t let that affect her confidence. She was there for one purpose and one purpose only.
Blue.
She needed to see if the man she’d been told about was indeed her Blue.
Drinks were being served as people socialized before the auction was set to begin, and Noelle did her best to mingle around, spotting a few acquaintances and in the process making new ones.
She put on her haughty persona—the one that had inspired such fear into the people of the hacienda—and though the appreciative glances didn’t fail to come her way, no one crossed the line.
Noelle was happy that she didn’t have to fight off any advances, for her mind was not in the game. If anything, the strain of the wait was weighing heavily on her.
She nursed a glass of wine for the entire event, her eyes always on her watch.
When someone finally declared that the auction would start, her pulse suddenly sped up.
She pushed against her body’s response to fear as she straightened her spine and followed the host towards the room in which the bidding would take place.
During the networking event, lists had been handed out with the night’s offering, and she’d noticed most of the other people on auction were women. Only a few men were available, and one of them matched her Blue in age and description. Now she only needed to see if it was him or not.
Stepping inside the bidding room, Noelle took a seat as she waited for everyone to do the same.
It was some ten minutes later that the announcer went up onto the stage, starting with the introductions and a brief summary of what to expect, as well as starting prices and conditions of purchase.
Noelle didn’t really pay any mind to that. She had plenty of money at her disposal, and she was ready to use it all up in order to get her Blue—if it was indeed him.
When the auction finally started, the women were first. Most of them looked barely eighteen, some seemingly fresh and unspoiled while others already battered and abused.
Though she’d tried to kill her empathy long ago, Noelle couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity for those girls, especially as she saw their buyers. She had no doubt that if things hadn’t gone according to her plan, that it could have been her on the stage.
She tapped her foot restlessly against the floor as she tried to calm her frayed nerves. Yet it was to no avail as when the announcement for a male in his twenties came, her heart dropped to the floor.
Her lips parted in shock as she saw one of the attendants push forward a barely coherent man whose limbs had been secured with heavy chains.
His gold locks spilled onto his forehead, wet and sticking to his skin. His body was black and blue, the signs of abuse unmistakable.
She barely stopped herself from getting up and yelling at them to leave him alone—to get their hands off him. She barely stopped herself from fainting on the spot at recognizing him.
It was him.
Her Blue.
Rafaelo.
And he looked so pitiful her heart broke in her chest, shattering in a million pieces never to be recovered.
He was clearly drugged out of his mind, moving sluggishly as he was pushed onto his knees in the middle of the stage.
His eyes, though, were the most concerning.
They were blank. So blank, he looked as if he’d retreated to a deep corner of his mind–the only place he could find safety from the horrors of the world.
