Chapter 3 ~ The auction
Ella
Flushed cheeks and a bruised center are all I have left after the encounter with Adrian. Not only is he a bastard but he is a heartless criminal who I hate so much. He left me wanting at the verge of cuming for the second time and it makes me so angry.
He felt so good and I hate that even more. He hurt Toddy today, I can’t forgive that. He always says am his and the fact that it makes me so confused makes me so angry. I should have fought him when he wanted to take me but maybe that is why he bought me. To be his sex slave and now he might actually kill me because am of no use to him.
Wincing from pain, I get myself to stand up and walk to the shower so I can rinse off his scent before it drives me insane from the amount of conflict I have in my head. Thinking about this draws me back to Nanna and the pain of not having talked to them makes my heart swell with sadness. Maybe this is the only way to keep them safe from the unknown because looking at the Criminal’s Bipolar personality he might decide to kill them just to prove a point.
Closing the water, I almost jump out of my skin when I realize that Camilla is standing right in the middle of my room smiling.
‘’You scared me.’’ I hiss almost a whisper for the fear of Adrian hearing me. Camilla notices this and she laughs.
‘’Don’t worry, he is not here. I saw him take out a brunette. He only fucks them from hotels.’’ She gossips.
A pain stings in my heart at the realization that he had to do that right after taking my virginity. Did my precious blood mean nothing? Then again am just a pet he bought to satisfy him right before he kills me. He did promise to ruin me and he sure is good at keeping his promises.
‘’I see.’’ I half smile. Unable to pretend anymore. Tears roll down my face as everything I have been feeling hits me at once.
‘’Oh no, Ella please don’t cry.’’ She panics like her life depends on it. Running out of options, she pulls me into a tight hug making it hard for me to do a basic thing such as breathing.
After what seems like hours she pulls away, and that is when I see the red dress laid down on the bed.
‘’What is the occasion,’’ I ask half sobbing.
‘’We have guests. Very important guests you cannot make any mistakes Ella.’’
‘’Who are the guests?’’
And why can’t I make a mistake? Isn’t it basic for everyone to make mistakes? But I choose civilization and don’t ask the follow-up question.
‘’We don’t know.’’ she smiles. But I know she is lying. Sighing I choose to fake it like I believe her because my body is exhausted.
I descend the grand staircase, each step feeling more treacherous than the last in these unfamiliar heels. Camilla walks closely behind me, her presence offering some semblance of comfort in this sea of strangers. I would give anything to be anywhere else right now but it seems I have no choice.
The crimson dress, a creation that must have cost a fortune, clings to my form like a second skin. It's a far cry from the faded jeans and plain blouses I've grown accustomed to. I can't deny that it fits like a dream, but its vibrant hue feels like a spotlight, casting me into a role I'm not prepared for.
A sex slave was only bought to satisfy Adirian and then later sold or killed. Daily I am reminded of my fate like it's someone calling my name and the thought of it makes my stomach drop as all hope is thrown out of the window.
As I reach the bottom of the staircase, my eyes sweep across the room. A few faces stand out among the sea of unfamiliar ones. I can see four eyes and fat cheeks. I gave the two guys nicknames after they refused to give me a phone to use and I don’t regret it one bit.
His mother, whom I've encountered once before, regards me with thinly veiled disdain. The memory of our last meeting still lingers, and it's clear that she hasn't warmed up to me.
I would also lose it if my son brought home a human as a slave the way normal people buy actual toys so at this point I understand why she hates me. But it's the beautiful blonde woman beside her who sends a shiver down my spine. Her gaze is like ice, her presence exuding an aura of power and danger. She watches me with an intensity that makes me feel like prey in the presence of a predator.
The weight of the mafia's influence hangs heavy in the air, a palpable tension that I can almost taste. It's a world I never imagined myself in, and I can't help but feel like an imposter.
Lost in my thoughts and the discomfort of my surroundings, I miss a step on the grand staircase. Panic seizes me as I teeter precariously, but before I fall face flat, strong arms encircle me, pulling me back from the brink.
Adrian.
His touch is firm yet strangely gentle, his presence a lifeline in this sea of uncertainty. As I regain my balance. He holds my waist so tight like he is afraid I will be broken. Well, looking at the number of stairs I probably will but that is not what's important. I shouldn’t feel these feelings for my tormentor the man who I don’t know but has decided to make my life a living hell.
But my body just doesn’t listen. The hot minty breath fanning my face does things to me I can’t explain. My breathing changes and now all I can think of are the dirty things he can do to me.
I steal a glance at his face. His expression is inscrutable, but there's something in his eyes, a hint of... concern? Or perhaps it's just a reflection of my own vulnerability.
Especially after our recent trips, I doubt he can even have concern in his heart. But why is your heart still pounding like crazy Ella? He is a criminal get it together I tell yourself.
The room falls into a hushed silence, and I suddenly realize that all eyes are on us. It's as if time has frozen, and in this moment, there's only Adrian and me. The world outside this bubble of tension ceases to exist.
Our little paradise is cut short by a gunshot!