The Mafia's Prize

   I pulled up to a clear building soaking in the sight. It looked simplistic except for the fountain outside that was surrounded by a rose bush that was trimmed to perfection. Parking my car near the entrance, I leaned my head forward resting it on my blue steering wheel. holding the envelope in my hands.   “Is this even part of my job description?” I sighed to myself putting my car in park. I was going to make this quick, this building gave me a bad feeling and I didn’t want to be around it any longer.     "Stickler better be grateful," I mumbled. Turning the car off, I got up, and walked towards the entrance, handing the invitation to the guard at the outer entrance.   He stared intently at the envelope before snatching it from my hands, carefully looking at the signature and seal on the back. He opened it up the envelope and pulled out a white paper carefully reading over the words.   Curiosity piqued my interest at what made his eyes widen on the paper. I even tried to lean over but he shifted away from me, giving me a huge glare before turning back to the contents on the paper. He mouthed a few words before squeezing his eyes shut for two seconds.   "What was in that letter," I thought trying to figure out why the guard looked as if he was unsettled by something.   "Um...Miss-"   "Miss Cavern," I said looking at the guard.   "Ah yes... Ms. Cavern let me take you inside and then from there the security guards on the inside can help you out with your seating." He swallowed nervously, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He was avoiding my gaze, looking everywhere else but at me. It annoyed me, but I just brushed it off.   "Okay then," I stepped forward walking in front of the guard who had followed me inside.   My eyes widened at the interior of the building, the walls were cream colored with gold outlining. The furniture was white also matching the fluffy white carpet on the ground.   A chandelier hung high on the ceiling swaying slightly back and forth bringing even more light into the lobby.   ‘This definitely puts the outside in perspective. How come they made it look like it was nothing special when the inside was freaking spectacular.’ I thought to myself taking in everything. From the palms to the grand piano in the corner being played ever so gracefully.   I walked up to the receptionist desk with the outside security following behind me.   "How may I help you?" A female receptionist said, smiling at me.   "I'm here at the request of Shant Stickler." I looked into her blue eyes.   She gasped before picking up the phone, I watched as she pressed the number five button and covered her mouth to mumble some words in. She nodded vigorously before slamming the phone back on its receiver.   "Maybe...I'll just leave," this was making me nervous. I took a step back bumping into the security guard, before I knew what was happening he pinned my hands together handcuffing them together. "WHAT THE HELL?"   Where was he even hiding those?   I screamed loudly but his hand covered my mouth. A look of disgust crossed my face as I caught a whiff of the scent on his hand.   Pussy?!   "I'm sorry ma'am but you cannot leave." The receptionist pushed a red button on her desk as two more security guards came from behind a door to grab hold of me.   The guard from outside took his hand away from my mouth and left, leaving me to scream and thrash around like a maniac in the grip of these guards.   The receptionist lady had slammed the shutters on her door as I was carried away.My pencil skirt ripped to my mid-thigh almost exposing my underwear, the few buttons on my shirt had popped off.   They carried me down a dark hallway, towards a door with a 'Do Not Enter' sign stuck on the front.   A guard blocking the door had opened it up as he saw the two security guys walking towards him with me still thrashing around in their hands.   They pushed me inside the room, I stumbled over my heel and bang my head against the wall, trying to bite back the pain from the hard impact.   The room was filled with shaking girls and women. Every one of their hands were cuffed together. Their wrists were peeling and bruised, skin paled and eyes blood shot red.   "HELP!"I screamed out even though I knew it wasn't going to help. It was worth a shot;I didn’t want to rot in here. Some of these girls looked as if they hadn’t seen light in months. Plenty of them had visible rib cages.   "Shut up and just give it up," a redheaded girl said to me, "There's no way someone is going to help you. Half of us have been here for more than a month."   "What are we here for?" I asked trembling.   "We're being sold off," she smiled at me, a very weak one, "They sell us off to millionaires to pay off debts. Some girls are sold to entrepreneurs,business moguls, and if you're not lucky mafia members."   I shivered as she mentioned members of the mafia. I had a run in with the mafia before because of my parents. It caused the death of my father and the tragedy of my sister.   "If you're lucky you might be sold today," she sighed. "I've been here for a week already."   "Oh..."I was silent soon after that. I couldn't say anything else to the poor girl.The streaks of dirt in her red hair covered her face. "Hopefully Red."   "Did you just call me Red," she chuckled.   "Oh,my ba-"   "No,it's okay. I like that even though my hair doesn't look as red anymore. Nice knowing you Strawberry."   Alight smile touched my lips at the name because they fit together, my strawberry blonde hair and her dimly red one.   ********   Aloud bang from the door made my head snap up to see what was happening, the two same security guards grabbed my elbow yanking me off the ground. "Come on slut," the other one shouted in my ear.   "Bye Strawberry," Red said to me, a slight tear making a pathway down her face.My heart broke for her, when she did that. I couldn't imagine what being here for a week felt like.   "Where are we going," I questioned, feeling the metal cuffs dig into my wrist. I can tell my wrist were sore, for the little amount of time I had them on. I didn’t know how long I’d been in that room, but I was glad to be out of it. I was torn honestly glad to free yet sad to not be completely free.   He ignored my question and continued to forcefully drag me down the hallways, we stopped at a curtain. I managed to peek inside, my eyes widen at the men in suits and soon enough fear shot through me again.   I tried to push my weight back to stumbled into one of the guards, so he would fall over but it failed, I started to scream and thrash around again.   I screamed and kicked as the security pushed me onto the stage. I was moving around too much, that I had managed headbutt the security in his chin.   He cursed under his breath as he punched me in my stomach. I toppled over on my knees hitting the stage. The man grabbed me by my hair pulling my head back to look at the crowd.   "I hope they break you in half slut," the guard said under his breath, loud enough so only I  could hear him. He let go of my hair, throwing my head back down so I could stare at my legs.   Murmurs broke out in the crowd while others face approving nods. The auctioneer banged his gavel down continuously, silencing the crowd as he spoke into the microphone.   "I apologize for that short disturbance. Her name is Charell Cavern. She's a 24-year-old virgin and was personally recommended by Shant Stickler. All other background information will be provided after the bidding. Now shall we start the price at a thousand dollars," shouted the auctioneer.   Beads of sweat were dripping down my face as the crowds started shouting out various numbers, trying to buy me.   I was scared, my legs were shaking uncontrollably, I started hyperventilating on the stage.   "Please no," I whispered. "Please no!"   "5 Million dollars!" A man stood up but his faced was covered by a shadow,the crowd silenced itself not daring to bid anymore.   "5 Million dollars going once, going twice. Sold for 5 Million dollars!" The auctioneer banged his gavel to commence that I had been sold.   The two security guards pulled me from the stage, and down the hall. They stopped in front of a door. One guard pulled open the door while the other pushed me inside. I was thrown down on the bed, struggling to get up as they left me alone.   Now,as if on cue, I was finally starting to feel the burning in my skin while the cuffs danced around my soft flesh, irritating it. Tears started streaming down my face this had been an unexpected event today.   Minutes later the door opened to reveal the man that had bidded five million on me. He was handsome, sexy even. His long slender finger was twirling a key, as his grey eyes stared at down at me.   "Well Charell you belong to me now," his voice made my heart pound against my rib cage. He was taking long strides over to me, as I tried to myself pull off the bed but tripped. His hand came around my waist before I could fall, as he pulled me into his chest. The cuffs around my wrists fell of as he smiled up at me. Taking my chin into his hand, he pulled my face up to look at him.   "I'm Ace La Morte," he whispered into my ear, as his other hand traced the curves of my body.   "Ace."   "Yes darling."   "I've heard about you. Don't touch me," I spat trying to push him away from me.His jaw tensed up as I finally managed to pull away from him. I took a step back distancing myself from him. He took a step forward in which I returned with another step back.   "Don't be like that." He started taking strides over to me with his arms out wide. I tried to maneuver myself around him, but he caught me. I was pulled into his chest once again. He gripped my chin pulling his face close to mine.   "You're mine," he whispered in my ear.