3 Three

The room was eerie and silent.

I sat on a stool still tied and blinded. After the bidding finished I was taken away and I've been sitting here since. They didn't even give me anything to eat and I can't even protest.

A creaking sound caught my attention. It must be the door, the sound of footsteps approaching made me alert.

It was one person. Another stool was dragged closer to mine and the person settled on it, in front of me. I could feel a gaze on me and I gulped.

After a moment of silence, he spoke.

"Open your legs." He demanded, his voice was heavy yet pleasant.

"W-what?"

"Wide apart, open them." I spread my legs while sitting on the stool but my body shivered when his cold fingers touched my warm body. He gently touched my right thigh. "A heart shaped birthmark on the right inner thigh."

Oh? So that's what he wanted to see?

"Are you the one who bought me?"

"That's right."

"Then what are you going to do to me?"

"Shouldn't you be asking who I am?"

"Does that matter?"

He didn't seem to like my answer, tugging on my neck chain he pulled me off of the stool, between his legs and held my face with one hand.

"It'll matter soon enough." He whispered in my ear.

"Sir?" Another person entered the room, "Is she to your liking?" He seemed like one of the auctioneers.

"Not really. But I'll take her. I already bought her anyway."

"Very well then. We'll put the slave collar around her and deliver her to your condo."

"No. I'm taking her with me right now. You have an hour to do all the arrangements."

"Ah-but-"

"I said, an hour."

"Yes sir."

My owner stood up as he released me and walked out.