Chapter 4

Lydda's POV 

"Seven hundred thousand" to booth 14, anyone want to go higher?

"Gentleman need I remind you of how valuable our show stopper here is, has never had any alcoholic beverages, no drugs, doesn't smoke, hasn't been exposed to any sexual relations, don't be afraid to dip into your pockets and place your bids."

The host at the auction said, like he was reading out the features to a new toy, I've never felt so small in my life, I mean growing up as the daughter of a drunk who was sometimes seen sleeping on the streets was embarrassing, but I didn't think things could get any worse and they actually did.

Remebering Frank's threat from earlier, I blinked back tears and swallowed down any emotions I felt, I zoned out, and blocked everything that was happening, I was just physically existing in that room.

Earlier 

"You hurry the fuck up and fix her, I don't know what got into that fuckhead Luca" Frank threw me into a red illuminated room where a bunch of girls were getting ready. 

They looked elegant and nicely dressed, some were putting on their makeup, and some were actually practice moving, like models before they get on stage.

"Hurry the fuck up Lola, she gets on in ten minutes."

"Calm down Frankie, by the time she gets on stage she'll be good as new." She spoke softly and for a moment, I almost felt like everything was okay, she had that warm comforting aura around her, even as she touched my face her touch felt gentle and compassionate.

"You're very pretty mamii," she smiled doing the final touches to my face.

I didn't answer back, I didn't know how to answer back. 

"Now I know they are not letting you go out there in this skimpy cloth, what the fuck even is this?" She asked with a horrid look on her face, under different circumstances I would have liked her, but right now I just despised everything human, I didn't know human beings could be this inhumane. 

"Here try this," she held a sky blue evening gown before my eyes."They want the price, they need to see the price that you are, not this wanna be, would never be, cheap piece of material they put on you."

I put the dress on and almost felt good, except in this case I was good, to be drooled over buy a bunch of greedy bastards, treating me like I'm the last bag of cheetos on the shelves. 

The dress hugged my body tightly, not in an uncomfortable way, and it actually wasn't exposing, it had a lace design on the chest area that gave people a little sneak peek of my boobs without giving too much away , it also had a sledge that exposed my left leg in a rather classy fashion. 

"Now you look pricier than any check those fucking morons will put over your head." She smiled sadly with what looked like an I'm sorry look on her face, I wanted to say something, but before I could think of anything Frank was pulling me into the hallway.

"Don't you try anything or I'll blow your fucking brains out, and send them to that useless drunk you call a father."

"Now go out there, look pretty and bring the millions home."

Upon finishing his sentence, a man in a white suit appeared flashing a smile. 

"It's show time baby." He said nodding at Frank, placing his hand on my lower back walking me into a dark room, it was not completely dark, just dimly lit, but I still couldn't see the people who occupied it, only dark figures.

A bright light was shone on me, so that I was the only clearly visible person in the room.

There were a few whistles here and there, and also some nasty sexual comments, the feminist in me wanted to throw up, at how sexualized I was being msde right now, being put on display for a bunch of dirt bags to put a price on my head, how belittling and dehumanizing. 

I was told to walk the stage a few times, turn around, flash a smile, all this while the host was reading out my details, my details being the answers to the questions I had been asked back in that God awful room.

"Gentleman, let the bidding begin, we start at one hundred thousand dollars, any takers?"

"One hundred thousand to booth 1" Come on Gentleman surely you came prepared 

"One hundred and twenty thousand" a man called out, and that's how the whole thing began, a game, a display of ego fucking dogs, I smiled to myself imagining that I suddenly got super powers and slit everyone's throats, I would slit one man's throat and feed it to another before also yanking it out.

"Sold!" Was the word that brought me to my senses, my eyes buldged out of their eyes, trying to figures out what had just happened. 

"Nine hundred and eighty-nine thousand dollars, to the gentleman in booth 15, Sir please c-l-a-i-m your prize." The host said in a sing song manner and only then did reality hit me in the face. 

This was it, and I couldn't even think about running because at this point I would be like a deer during hunting season, sought after by many, and shot down mercilessly.

A Buffy man came and took me by the hand, he led me outside, into a limousine, quite an upgrade from the trunk I came here in, maybe now I would have a chance to escape. 

I looked around the car, admiring the interior, I tried opening the door and it was locked, of course it would be, I looked around the chairs, cabins, holds, looking for something that I would use as a weapon, but there was nothing. 

"Looking for something?" A man in a maroon 3piece suit asked opening the door, he looked really handsome with his black hair neatly slicked backwards.

He held my gaze intensely and I didn't miss the danger that radiated off of him.

"Ssss, some.. something to drink." I said, swallowing dry air, He shut the door and the car began moving. 

As soon as the car came to a halt, my door was opened and before I could ask anything my eyes were covered with a cloth, and led out, I couldn't make out any sounds, just foot steps, by the unfamiliar scent and my shoes slipping I could tell we were in a house, I could only feel us turning till I was hit by a sharp breeze and my eyes were uncovered revealing my surrounding, we were on a terrace and there was a candle lit dinner.

The man in the maroon suit was already seated, with a lit cigar between his lips, he let out smoke and the man who had led me there sat me down and left.

It was only the two of us and a few serving servants.

I sat uncomfortably not knowing what to say or do, so much had happened today, I felt like I was watching my life from a window, watching helplessly as all these things happened. 

The man poured me a glass of champagne and Placed it before me.

I didn't move or say a word.

"Drink" he said harshly, his voice sounded cruel, I only hoped his personality wasn't the same.

"I don't drink alcohol."

"You said you wanted something to drink, I've poured you something to drink, now drink." He said in a low threatening manner, I couldn't help but shiver, bringing the glass to my lips, I took a sip, immediately spitting out all the contents, as I didn't like how it tasted.

I kept spitting and coughing not having noticed where it had all landed, my eyes widened in fear as my heart began racing.

"You Stupid Bitch" 

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