Chapter 5 | Final Touch

Elyria 

I’m brought to a room that is filled with other girls, and I can’t help but scan the group even though I know the only person I want to see wouldn’t be in here yet.

I don’t know if they’ll send her in here at all.

This room is much more chaotic than the last. People are rushing from girl to girl, yanking the dresses off of them, shoving new outfits on them, redoing their hair into something different. Every girl looks vastly different than the image that was put on display.

Soft sobs fill the room from the fearful ones, but a few girls seem happy. I’m going to take that as an okay sign.

I don’t know anything about packs. I do not know whether the Eclipse Pack is good or bad, and I don’t know who purchased it for me. I don’t know if this is who the Crucible Academy wanted to purchase me.

From what I’ve heard from previous auctions, it can be any of the higher members in a pack making the purchase. So, I might be with an Alpha or Luna, or it could be some other high-ranked member.

I get pushed into a spot and left alone to take in the chaos around me. I want to cry, but I don’t; instead, I focus on the door, hoping to see Raina come through soon and hoping that we might end up together or that I can at least find out where she’s going.

Someone rushes to me, pushing me onto a small podium with mirrors curved around it. More people come running with a rack of clothes, and they talk among themselves as they try to decide on my new outfit.

No one is asking for my opinion; they speak to one another, talking so fast that I can’t keep up. My eyes move over the rack, and my stomach churns as every single item looks way too revealing. They can’t seriously expect me to change into that. Already, this red dress I’m wearing has such a deep V that it was hard for me to go on stage like that.

I need to relax. I always thought I’d be a model. Maybe I’m just like some sexy attire model. That’s okay, go ahead and do as they ask. It will all be fine.

The voices in my head keep reminding me that I was advertised like a toy, but I have to suppress them; that’s the only thing keeping me sane right now.

They decide on this blush pink… dress? If you can even call it that. It is just long enough to cover my private areas, there’s a built-in bra to help keep my breasts perky, underneath my breasts, the material is completely see-through, and I get passed a matching thong. My eyes are wide as I look up at the woman who handed it to me, and she says, “Hurry along, we don’t have all day.”

Her eyes meet mine for a split second, and she says, “Shit, are you about to cry? Please don’t. We seriously don’t have enough time to redo your makeup, especially not up to standards for this client.”

I blink the tears away that were threatening to break loose, and my voice is soft as I say, “This is just more revealing than I would’ve thought.”

She shrugs, “It’s what was requested for all of Gamma Price’s purchases today.”

Gamma Price of the Eclipse Pack is who purchased me.

I breathe out as I look in the mirror, and someone else comes to pick out which heels I need to wear. I step into the new shoes as someone else comes and slips my arms into straps, and when I look in the mirror, I see giant wings, like angel wings.

Goddess, I look ridiculous.

I don’t get a chance to say something as she moves on, my eyes flicker back to the door. It’s been a while. Shouldn’t Raina have been led in here by now?

I hope she didn’t do something reckless.

A man rushes towards me, announcing, “Final touch!”

He comes up behind me, and I thought he was putting a necklace around my neck, but it’s way too tight, and in the mirror, it is obvious it is a blush-pink collar, matching my outfit. I swallow hard, and just that movement makes it strain against my neck with how tight they have this on me.

There’s a heart tag on it, and I try to look in closer to the mirror to see what the engraving says, but the man attaches a leash to the collar and tells me, “Yours says: angel. Come now, Ms. Trainer.”

My cheeks puff out as I huff, and I get led to a group of other girls also dressed in provocative outfits. I’m the only one with angel wings; the others have devil horns, tails, a red cape, and one is even dressed like a nurse. There are at least 5 of us in the group, and the only thing we all have in common is the collar around our necks and the leash attached to us.

We’re led to a well-dressed man who stands a full foot, maybe even a foot and a half taller than me. His jet black hair is slicked back, and his eyes are dark with lust and ill intent. He adjusts his pants, and I notice his hands are covered in tattoos and rings, and there’s a tattoo peeking out of his shirt’s collar. He grins, and his voice is supposed to sound melodic, but for me, it just gives me a creepy chill as he says, “Ladies, it’s nice to make your acquaintance.”

One of the girls standing behind me giggles, which makes the man smirk. He knows he’s attractive, and I’m positive he’s using his physical features to lull us into a false sense of security.

The one that had been holding our leashes passes them over to this man in front of us and says, “As always, it’s a pleasure to do business with you, Mr. Price.”

Mr. Price nods as the other guy walks away, leaving us along with him, our new… owner. That feels wrong. Horribly wrong.

His eyes are predatory as he looks over us and states, “Ladies, my name is Leo Price. You may call me Mr. Price, Master, or Sir. All 5 of you belong to me, and you will do whatever I want, whenever I tell you. Do you understand?”

All five of us speak in unison as we all say a variation of yes, Mr. Price/Sir/Master.

I’ll be damned before I ever call him my master.

His eyes land on me, and the corner of his mouth twitches as he takes a step closer and reaches his hand out to caress my cheek. His thumb runs over my bottom lip, pulling it out slightly, the pad of his thumb touching the inside of the lip as he tells me, “You, my angel, are the epitome of perfection.”

His thumb is still there, and I try not to bite it as I respond, “Thank you, Mr. Price.”

His eyes seem to burn with their intensity as he pushes his thumb against my teeth and, in a low tone, commands, “Suck it.”

My eyebrows furrow softly, and the moment I hesitate, his voice becomes more demanding, “Now.”

I hesitantly pop my mouth open, and he slips his thumb in, and I suck softly like he instructed, hoping that he would tell me to stop. This goes on longer than I’d like and I feel like he’s waiting for something so I twil my tongue around it and he smiles brightly as he pulls his thumb from my mouth and says, “Good girl,” I’m not a dog, I want to say, but I refrain as he continues, “You have some learning to do, but that’s okay. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be perfect.”

He clears his throat and looks back to the women behind me as he says, “Come along, ladies, it’s time to bring you home.”

I have no choice but to follow along, but as I go, I can’t help but think about Raina. She’s not in my group, we’re being separated… and I have no idea where she’s going.