The Vampire King's Destined Queen

viii- Sold!

Chapter Eight

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"The moment you stepped inside this brother is the moment you sold yourself to the devil."

'Was I a sinner in my past life?'

Marionette Valentine didn't know that the sentence was meant literally. It was an ominous feeling, serving like a warning she should have taken note of but she failed to listen.

In the first place, considering to make a lot of money in a wrong way was already a mistake. She was greedy and vied for something so far-fetched, she was at fault.

But.. you can't blame her. With the one thing she had left, the enterprise with their name, it was the only memorabilia from her parents, losing it is likely losing her identity. Her decision was what her situation calls for.

"Strip your clothes, darling "

"What do you mean, Karen?" Her voice shakes as she asked, her mind not comprehending what was happening.

"You will dance in those sexy stockings!"

Karen exclaims as if it was something exciting, treating her like a little kid who only wanted to have some fun.

"WHAT?!" she felt dreaded at what she heard.

"No! Let me out of here!"

Marionette Valentine screamed but her sound was muffled when Karen shut the door close, leaving her locked inside a dark room. She stiffened while traveling her gaze around although there was nothing she could see.

It was dark inside. With not a single glimpse of light.

She then brought her shaking hands to pound the door behind her back. "Let me out, Karen! This is not funny!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. "Or atleast, turn the lights on!"

Her voice were lace with pure panic.

'Please..'

Even before she was fully decided to come to the brothel, Marionette had already sensed something awry was on the line, awaiting her once she cross the line, which she did. And if she's set to dance, the room she's in right now might only be a changing room, then it won't be this dark, or Karen will not act suspicious.

Unbeknownst to her, the room was actually soundproof, even how many times she raise her voice, no one from outside will be able to hear her.

Outside the door, Karen stood with a perfect mischievous grin. He walked to his desk and picked up his phone, calling someone.

"Good evening, Sir." The person he called greeted.

"A pleasant evening, indeed." He beamed, not able to contain his joy. "Is the venue full?"

"No, but the quota has been reached."

"What do you mean?"

"Someone paid for a whole row, he seems like a big spender."

His smile grew even wider, collecting his things before walking out of his office. "Ooh, lucky! We've hit the jackpot tonight!"

A million-dollar worth of good and a million-dollar man. They can't let this heaven-sent opportunity to slip out of their hands.

"I'll be there in a minute. Make sure everything's done greatly before we open the curtains, remember: I don't tolerate a single mistake." He ended the call with a scare.

Karen clicked his tongue before walking away to head to the hall. He's in a good mood. Everyone he passed by was wondering what could have put him in that state.

"I SAID LET ME OUT!"

Marionette Valentine continued pounding the door. Fear is starting to consume her each minute that pass that she's still stuck inside the unknown room. When she got tired, she slid down, perching on to the cold floor, bending her knees to her chest, and ducking her head on her folded knees as she felt the hopelessness from her own impulsive behavior.

Frustration bubbled inside her.

Heaven's harsh on her ever since she lost her parents. Rather, she was born with a tail of misfortune, attached to her forever.

Drowning into the comfort of the deafening silence, she now feel various emotions at once. Her tiredness, weariness, and tattered heart.

Marionette once thought to never rely on anyone else aside herself, she had one thing she's sure: she must be independent. Independent as to getting there, independent as to coming away. Yet she was not perceptive, or does she hold within a wise strength of a maiden, in reality she was a coward. A coward that only stays in her comfort zone, without daring to cross the limits of her capability.

She was taught by her parents different kinds of viciousness: how to possess it, to perform it well, or use it against other people, but of course, a coward will not have the guts to utilize this. Like today, her naivety has put her into danger.

All the while she was sinking into self-incrimination, Karen was directing the special show tonight. When he was satisfied with the set-ups, he called for the seamstress to open the curtains and start showing their quality product who had no idea she's going to be sold off to anyone who would bid for her in the highest price as the main course.

'El Paraiso de la tentacion', is a brothel owned and managed by Karen.

It is a service incorporated in which bachelor's pay to live out their s****l fantasies and have the woman of their fascination cater to their needs. For one night they will own them, or if in such case they want to have them longer, as long as they can pay, there won't be any problem to hinder them in the way.

"We truly have fewer people inside the hall." Karen folded his arms on his chest, examining the patron that filled the bidding hall before starting the show.

A patron is how they address a customer. Most of the patrons are wealthy bachelors. Their background such as their profession, net worth and preference are the only information being disclosed. The patrons wear white and black masks to hide their faces, choices are theirs to make whether to reveal themselves to the enchantress they bought or stay hidden.

Enchantress are the ones being sold, the women working in the brothel or in some other words, prostitutes. They offer services, sleeping with the patron inside the shadow room or sometimes, they are being brought out for extra services.

Shadow room is located deep inside the brothel, a bungalow not a little short of luxury, it is a community hotel where there is everything the VIPs can ask as long as they stay while consuming their time.

And in this brothel, they sometimes bid rare finds, in a span of five years that El Paraiso de la tentacion had been established, today, Karen finally found the hidden gem he was seeking for:

Mariposa; the one and only Marionette Valentine. The most beautiful virgin to ever be auctioned and will only happen once.

"Where's the patron who paid for a whole row?"

Karen was curious, he had to be, in the nature of their work, he should probably etch it to his memory. The people who may become their biggest patron.

"Right in the middle of the second block."

His staff pointed his fingers at a man wearing red tuxedo jacket speared with a paisley pattern in a black peak lapel. He was also wearing the most expensive and exclusive black luxury laser cut mask, it fitted his refined features, beside from his heavy and intimidating aura, the man gives off an air of mystery, and even so with the elegant mask, he was quite intriguing. His physique scream manliness and his clasped hands resting on his one knee made him look as if he was in command of everything.

"The one in the red tux, I see. He looks handsome, huh." Karen commented, nodding his head. "What is his occupation, again?"

"A businessman."

He waited for another information to follow but it oddly ended at those two words.

Just a businessman..?

Now, Karen is curious what kind of business he does and what is his intention for paying for the whole row.

"Give me the mic and let's start!"

He will host the bidding tonight as it was a certain special occasion. He walked right in the middle of the center stage as the black blinds descended to the floor, revealing the enchantress to the patron's very eyes.

The first half of the show started and passed by smoothly that the lady who was stuck in the dark room had already fallen asleep through her worries. Oblivious of what the danger approaching her.

"Now, now, everyone! Pleasant evening!" Karen exclaims, pumping up the crowd.

His forehead creased as he was thinking how the man he deemed reach hasn't even raised his face to look at any of their current enchantress. He thought that atleast, he would spend a bunch on someone.

Or maybe he's waiting for the main course.

Although Mariposa was a surprise, but of course, they let the words spread to attract more patrons.

Karen's frown immediately was replaced with a grin when he realized this said man may be waiting for their quality product.

"The girls who appeared before were top class but the next lot is the real treasure!"

"In addition, this product is completely untouched. Never been used before, as pure as a white feather of a dove and as beautiful as that of a butterfly!"

"Our very own Mariposa!"

As if on cue, another black curtain from the focal point in the center came alight and inside a glass container was an unrecognizable figure crouched down on the floor amd face resting on her knees, appearing to be asleep.

A thundering boo's and mocking laughter from the crowd filled the entire bidding hall.

Karen's eyes twitched, he grimaced at the unpleasant sight of their supposed to be 'surprise'.

He gritted his teeth and looked at one of his staff to bring him the remote. A remote that will control the glass container. He was about to switch on a certain function to wake her up and start the bid but even before he could disturb her sleep, a deep baritone voice uttered a single sentence that blew everyone's mind.

"Bring her to me."

His voice was very low and dangerous, something about it is harsh as it resounded in the entire hall.

Karen watched the man in red tux as he lifted his head, his eyes darted on the crystal clear glass container that caged the clueless woman he lured in, fixating on it.

While everyone is in utter shock and disbelief, Karen's jaw almost dropped when his eyes trailed on the screen monitor where the amount of bid the man in red tux has pinched in.

"Is he insane!? That's a hundred million dollar for a woman he hasn't seen her face yet!!"

"But it was said that the woman is a virgin!"

"He didn't even hesitate!"

"Even so! That's an unbelievable amount."

Karen averted his gaze back to the mysterious man, gulping at his incredible presence but once he regained his composure, he smirked.

It seems as though this man was actually waiting for this very moment to arrive and for this opportunity for him to grasp.

"No one wants to bet more?! No one?!" He inquired.

The crowd just fell silent, not daring to raise their tag number or to mistakenly bid higher than the overwhelming, overpowering amount of a hundred million dollar. That sure as hell is an amount no one can afford other than the man who insanely bet on it.

Without any second thought, Karen did not prolong to bide his time and instantly claimed, "Number seven wins!" his hand pointed at the intriguing man and snapped his fingers, "SOLD!"

He roared, enthralled.