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It was a girl – A blonde to be precise. She laid on the mattress like a broken angel with her hands chained to the bedpost above her head, and the metal made noise whenever she stirred. She had a bandage on her forehead, which I assumed to be a not so fatal wound. There was a cut on her lips too. I shouldn’t be affected by it at all, knowing that this was Black Skull, but something flickered inside me. A feeling I have rarely experienced before. Possessiveness. A sense of fierce possessiveness gripped my chest as my eyes feasted on her moonlit figure. She had all the feminine features that could bring any man to his knees or to her feet. Along with the strange urge to protect her, I also felt helpless. I desperately wanted to save her, but what could I do to get her out of here? The answer was simple. Nothing. If I help her now then I would be risking both of our lives and I didn’t want that. I didn’t want her to get caught in the middle of a crossfire because I found he
ALEXI With a snarl of displeasure, I launched myself at him. He appeared to be appalled for a moment when I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. “Why don’t you do the world a favor and shoot yourself?” I roared at his face. Unlike others who pee their pants when they witness the enraged version of me, he didn’t flinch. He calmly circled his fingers around my wrists and pulled them away, freeing his clothes from my hold. “Calm down for a second” Michael said flatly and smoothed down the cringles that I had just created on his pristine white shirt. “Calm down?! Why the fuck should I calm down? You knew how much I hate talking about relationships, then why would you even mention the girl? What kind of friend are you?” I snapped, feeling smoke radiating from my ears. I was so angry that if I hadn’t remembered that he was once my best friend, he would have already had at least three broken bones in his body. “You know what Alexi? You deserved it” Micha
MIKAYLA My eyes cautiously roved over the surroundings when they ushered me into the auction house. Guards were peppered around every corner and it was impossible for anyone to trick their way out of here. I understood it well and decided to surrender my freedom and obeyed every word they said, till they took me into a room and locked me inside. The windowless room was small and empty, apart from two lazily placed chairs. Wringing my hands in nervousness, I trotted towards one of the chairs and sat on it. ************* ALEXI The bidding was scheduled to start by 9:00 PM. I arrived at the auction house half-an-hour early so that Zack could set up his devices. He drove me to the venue, pretending to be my valet. Throughout the ride we went over the plan once again and as usual, it involved him expressing deep concerns for my safety. After all, I was going directly into the hornet's nest without a sliver of protection. In addition to it I could not carry any weapon with me, as it wa
ALEXI “Can I help you?”, He raised one crooked eyebrow at me, his expression clear that he wanted to shove me out. I held up my VIP card and his eyes instantly fled to the paper. His face muscles softened when he realized why I was there for. “Sorry for holding you up, Sir. Please have the seat” he insisted and stepped aside dutifully. His tone was more welcoming this time. I trudged into the luxurious chamber, admiring the decorations. The entire setting was covered with red velvet material, including the floor that I walked on. The main attraction of the room was the huge glass window in front of a single majestic seat. The see-through glass took the place of an entire wall, and it gave me an elevated vision of the whole bidding area that was down below. The suit came with a huge white screen to the side of the glass, which I suppose would provide me a HD quality picture of the girls who would be auctioned off. Near to the seat a tab was placed on which I could type in my bid
“Enjoy your body while it’s still yours because tonight you will be bought by r*pists, and they will make sure that all of your holes are filled” the mysterious voice continued. I looked everywhere frantically for its source but except for air I found nothing. For a moment I thought the fear was making me hallucinate, but that thought vanished when I spotted a speaker on the opposite wall of the camera. “Oh, dear God….” I was right. Men were watching me. But that wasn’t the only thing that unnerved me. It was the owner of the voice. It was unmistakably Bruce. His frustration at not being able to have me was loud and clear in his brisk voice. I wanted to shout back at him to go to hell because he wasn’t physically present, but what he said was not a lie. My body will not belong to me after tonight. Maybe I had given up fighting, but I still haven’t come terms to with it. I didn’t want to be anyone’s plaything. Killing myself would be the last option, but I’m willing to make it my
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Alexi’s POV “The next item will be the last one for tonight. She is a young virgin who will fulfill your darkest fantasies. But be careful as she might bite” the announcer said with a wink and soon a chorus of laughter erupted from the audience. They all seemed to be eager to meet the next slave. And so was I. The spotlight fell on a little girl beside the stage and she appeared to be reluctant to move. A bulky man came up right behind her shoved her further into the stage and she stumbled towards the middle, where everyone will be able to see her. Howls and whistles quickly filled up the air as the girl made herself available to their hungry eyes. From the VIP chamber I had a bird’s eye view of everything, but it was no help because the girl was keeping her head bowed. I narrowed my eyes to catch a glimpse of how she looked like and when another spotlight was focused on her face, all the air left my lungs. Holy fucking....! You have got to be kidding me!!! On recognizing who
Author's POVKayla stifled a yawn as she copied the detailed answer written across the white board. The Arithmetic professor stood near the desk at the front of the class room, going on and on about how the class needs to be prepared well for the test next week. Half of the students had already fallen asleep but Kayla couldn’t afford to slack off. Not after she found out that her father was a gambling addict.Two years ago, she lost her mother and ever since, her father’s coping mechanism involved a lot of gambling and drunk nights. During day time he would find some small work around the neighborhood to gather money to buy food for both of them but the leftover money often went into gambling. Luck almost never favored him and he mostly returned empty handed.But there were times in which he won. On those nights he would come home so drunk that sometimes he fell asleep at the front door. Those nights are the worst for Kayla. In his drunk state, her father would break and smash anythin