The auction

Ivery Clark POV

Auctions...?

The day I feared was here.

"A..Auction, what's the auction for ?" I asked him, hoping for the worst.

"Auctions where they sell beauties like you, Ivery. Left out of the girls will end up into some random whore houses. Consider yourself lucky." He grinned, drawing goosebumps around me. I really wanted to punch the hell out of him.

"You are a virgin aren't you ?" I looked at him with wide eyes, trying to distance myself.

"But we still have to do our duty. Let's go." He pulled me by my elbow Luke I was some rag doll.

"Where are you taking me ?"

"Exam. A doctor's going to examine you." The man said as he dragged me with him. My pulse was thrashing against my skin.

"W..What Exam ?"

"You'll know..." The man pushed to a room and my field of vision landed onto the doctor wearing a white apron. He looked much older than the rest.

The doctor looked at me indifferently adjusting his glasses.

"Doctor Williams...here's the first one." The man pushed forward and directed me to sit on the chair.

This doctor is also with them isn't he...

"Let me get this straight little girl, you answer my questions clearly if you want to get this over with."

"Get over what ?"

"I'm assigned to check your sexual health before you get into auction."

What the hell !?

"Are you serious ?"

"Yes, now answer my question. Are you a virgin ?"

I grit my teeth and looked at him with a defiant expression. I wouldn't tell him. Who does he think he is ?

"Look little girl, the more you answer my question, the less invasive I will be, I bet you don't want to be invaded unwantedly." He held up two fingers. No, I don't want that.

"Y-Yes. I'm a virgin..." A tear escaped my eyes. Fuck, I hate this and this humiliating feeling that is tearing up my being.

He checked my pulse and other things and I hate being touched like this.

"Hmmm...very well she's in fine health. I have nothing left to check then. You can take her." The doctor said to the man behind me. And then we left.

My eyes felt hazy, like I was drugged with something. But all I knew was that I was being transported onto land.

A black sack was over my head as they transported me in a car. I couldn't see a single thing, I could only hear, feel.

When I woke up I found myself in a bed draped with finest sheets. Then my eyes fell onto a woman sitting on the corner dressed with a glamorous look.

She was beautiful. She had a dark voluminous mane, her makeup was done perfectly, and her figure was perfect that would make all women die for.

But the question is, where was I now ?

"I had been waiting for you, you were passed out for like an hour now." She finally spoke.

"Who are you ? Where am I ?"

"I'm your stylist, sweetheart. And I'm here to make you stylish and glamorous for the auction."

I looked at her dumbfounded. Is she serious right now ?

"Now let's get started with this. You have wasted a lot of time now." The woman said getting up.

I glared daggers at her, "I'm not doing anything. I'm getting out of here."

"Look little girl, don't make this difficult. We won't have any problems if you listen to me. You have a beautiful innocent face, I'll make you more beautiful with my makeup skills. With my help you'll attract a good master."

"What ? A..A good master ?" There was a lump in my throat. I was so doomed right now, the nightmare was real. I was really going to be sold.

"Yes, the richer the master is, the better it is for you. You'll get gifts, nice expensive trips and a lot more. You should use your beauty as your weapon sweetheart. I already predict you'll be sold to some higher mafia boss."

She's a psycho, she's telling all this as if this is all a woman wanted for. Being kidnapped and r*ped numerous times for what ? Trips and gifts ? Is this how a human should live ?

Everyone is sick here.

"Y..You....how can you say this being a woman ! Don't you feel anything ?"

"Even if I feel something, I can't do anything, girl. Just like you I'm a slave here too. As long as I'm alive and fine, I don't care. Moreover my master is so good to me, I really love him and he loves me too. Only me."

Holy shit. She's a full blown psycho ! The way her eyes dilate when she mentions her master made me flinch. She's definitely not a normal person, no one in their right mind would love their master, no one would ever forgive the rape and slavery.

What have I got myself into ? I have been surrounded with mentally sick psychopaths.

"Now let's get to work." She pulled me roughly and made me sit on the chair.

She started doing my makeup. Some more girls entered, crying. They looked like models, straight out of movies and runaways. Many looked distressed and exhausted. They were all going to be auctioned just like me.

I looked at myself, tears brimming at the edge of my eyes. The stylist had turned me into an innocent, teen looking girl with faint blush. My hair curled fancier.

The victim, many older men like.

She had wound a pearl necklace around my neck. Then she gave me a doll frock which was way too short, leaving nothing for imagination.

"Change into this dress. Don't argue or I'll get guards to change it for you." She give me a warning look.

"I can't wear this...." I hissed through my teeth, revolting. She gave me a death glare but I didn't move an inch. I'm not wearing that goddamn dress.

"Guards !!!" The woman yelled and a buff man entered in an instant.

"Would you like the guard to change it for you, sweetheart ? Looks like you need some help." The woman grinned. The guard scanned me from head to toe, looking at me with lustful eyes.

Oh hell no !

I'm not letting that fat, greasy pig touch me.

He took steps towards me grinning, I flinched and took a step back.

"I'll do it ! I'll do it myself !" I cried out clutching the mini doll frock.

"Tsk, you should have said this sooner. Now off you go."

I swallowed my tears and went to change the dress. The frock was way too short, it revealed the hot pink thong I was wearing and showed most of my breasts roundness. My breasts looked like they would pop out any second.

I felt disgusted and uneasy.

I saw many other girls dressed with different, different themes. One was dressed like a belly dancer, one like a stripper, the other one was like a exotic cow girl type. How the hell did I get here ?

Then there was a group of guards who escorted us to where...I don't know. But then my eyes fell onto a big hall.

The hall was filled with a sea of tables lit by candles. The surroundings had very minimal lighting with exotic theme.

Many men sat in their expensive designer suits, their faces covered with masquerade masks that hid their features from view. But I bet they were no less than monsters.

Waitresses walked around with serving plates wearing nothing but black thongs. The men around tucked cash into their G-strings and gave them a gentle pat on the ass as they walked away.

"Gentlemen...we will start the auction now !" Someone said and to my horror it truly started.

A woman was pushed onto the stage, the spotlight shining on her. The anchor was describing her and her features like she was some animal ready to be slaughtered and devoured.

"One million dollars !" Someone yelled, making me baffled.

A million. That was insane. Were slaves worth that much !? Someone was going to pocket a million dollars off by selling my life ?

One by one, the girls were auctioned off. Each one went for a million dollars or more.

And then what I feared for the most happened. It was my turn now. To. Be. Auctioned.

Someone pushed me to the stage and I looked at everyone with feared eyes. I think I'm going to puke any moment now.

A collective sound of shouts and acknowledgement filled the room. There were even a few whistles.

The emcee listed my features like he did with the others.

"A virgin. Red hair with exotic grey eyes. She sure is a feisty one. She is twenty years old but she looks even more younger than she is."

"The bidding is now open."

He stepped back to the stage and ran the bidding. He set the price, and it slowly started increasing.

This time more men bid on me. I was disgusted when I saw the one man who bought a woman here, bid on me as well.

"2 million dollars !"

"5 million dollars !"

"10 million dollars !"

The bid was rising higher and higher. The man who was behind all this was going to make a fortune off my suffering. And I would die paying off the debt till I take my last breath.

Tears streamed down my eyes and I couldn't tolerate this insanity.

"You all are sick ! You disgusting pigs !!!" I yelled from the top of my lungs.

Suddenly a tall man with good physique rose to his full height and held his card up. "Fifty million dollars."

All the men present looked back at the man in shock.