Chapter 4 - A handsome buyer
795 Words
Linnea POV
The grip on my arm was so harsh that I was paralyzed.
My heart was beating wildly in my chest and I felt like throwing up.
We came to an abrupt stop and a cuff was placed around my ankle.
The handcuffs came off and the blindfold was yanked from my eyes. I rubbed my aching wrists and looked around.
The ankle cuff was connected to a chain bolted to the floor. I was standing on a dark stage.
A sharp light was directed towards me. I squinted and held up a hand in front of my face to keep myself from being blinded. From the sounds coming from behind the light, I guessed that there was an audience on the other side.
I pulled on the chains, but they wouldn’t budge.
“Ladies and gentlemen.” I heard a voice say. “Next up, we have the precious of the day. A virgin werewolf girl. Look at that pretty face. Bring her home to serve you from kitchen to bed!”
I frowned.
"In your dreams." I muttered.
Laughters echoed throughout the room and I glared at them even though I could barely see anything.
“She’ll definitely keep you entertained.” The voice chuckled.
Bids began trickling from the audience behind the sharp light. I squinted harder, staring at the people seeing me as nothing more than merchandise. They made me sick and my mind quickly came up with ten different ways to murder whoever won this bidding.
Gradually, the prices began to soar, leaving only two people in the bidding war.
One of them looked like a toad, and the other was a burly man in an all-black suit. He radiated a cold and dangerous aura and he looked like a mafia boss.
At the climax of the auction, the Toad wiped the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief, his hand trembling as he raised it again, this time with a challenging smile.
"500,000 Euros."
After saying this, he even grinned at the Mafia boss, revealing a mouth full of gold teeth.
"1 million." The man in black said calmly without looking back at him, completely ignoring him and casually uttering the figure in less than a second.
The entire room gasped.
"Is he joking?"
"That amount could buy a penthouse in Slottsstaden (a fancy part of Malmö)!"
"Is he out of his mind?"
"What does he know about this pretty little thing that we don't?"
People in the room were talking fast. Even as the realization of what was happening started to sink in, I couldn't fully understand the consequences of his actions. I could hear the suitor yelling profanities at the Mafia boss.
“1 million last bid! Deal!”
The moment the hammer fell, my face lost all color.
The room erupted in applause and a man walked in on the stage to unshackle me.
When I was free, he grabbed my arm and pulled me with him.
I stumbled after him down from the stage and saw Olivia being dragged out of the cage room.
She was struggling violently and it took three men to hold her down.
I took a step in her direction to help her, but I was quickly jerked back by the asshole clutching my arm.
“Let go of me.” I growled and pulled at my arm again to get away from him.
His grip tightened and I whimpered from the pain as my fingers went numb.
“You’re paying for that if it leaves a bruise.”
A stern voice interrupted our struggle and I felt the man next to me stiffen.
“S-Sorry, Sir.” He stammered. “She was just a little disobedient.”
I turned around and faced the man who bought me.
His dark eyes felt like they pierced through me and I shivered under his gaze.
He reached out his hand and wiggled two fingers at me.
“Come here.” He commanded.
I stared at him for a moment.
What if I play along?
Maybe he could help me save Olivia from getting groped by those pigs that were holding her down?
I forced my trembling legs to move and I walked over to him slowly, my eyes cast down in submission.
“See, it wasn’t so hard.” He said. “Why were you fighting him, Love?”
I looked up at him with pleading eyes.
“Please, could you bid for the female vampire too? They’ve been tormenting her.”
I pointed to Olivia.
He raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
Thinking that he would never agree to my request, I looked at Olivia still struggling to get free, hoping that she could understand how sorry I was for failing her.
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