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I stepped out of the carriage, my body trembling from the cold wind, no sun to be seen at all in the dark skies.
Where am I?
I thought as I stared upon the building. They placed my hands in cuffs and forced me to the door pushing and prodding at me and the other unfortunate girls toward the ominous .
I felt tears in my eyes as soon as we stepped inside and I saw all the women kept in cages. I wanted to turn around and run as I saw the filthy floor where poor girls were being beaten and raped and some even lying dead.
I shook my head, in disbelief as I tried to run, but before I could take a single step a jolt of electricity shot through my wrist making me screaming with pain.
"No" I screamed as I saw the other girls also on the floor. The pain stopped as the guards stood over us with malicious smirks.
"Try to run again, any of you, and you will cause the rest to suffer as well." The guard said before leading us to another door.
"You will be stripped and bathed before the auctioning. I suggest you behave yourselves" he said again before removing our handcuffs and pushing us into the room, closing the door.
I turned to see an older woman standing waiting for us, a bored expression adorning her face.
"Please strip and go through the doors to shower. You have 10 minutes. " the woman said her lips wrapping around the end of her cigarette as she inhaled.
I turned and saw a few of the girls were already naked and walking to the door while the rest were slowly taking off there clothes as well. I followed suite grabbing the ends of my dress and pulling it over my head.
I tired my best to cover my breast as I walked to the door pushing it open to see a small shower and toilet, I got into the shower and turned the tap on, allowing a cold stream of water to flow from the shower head.
The cold water didn't soothe my body the way shower should. Instead it made me feel uneasy, unsure about what lie a head of me. The shower was definitely not for my enjoyment.
The water cut off and I heard the sound of doors opening and closing. Suddenly my door was also thrown open and a guard walked in, grabbing my arm and dragging me out. i fought back, hating the fact that I knew nothing of what was to come.
My hands were cuffed again and we were all lined up and walking out of the room, my clothes nowhere in sight.
I whimpered as I heard the sound of whip meeting skin and looked up at what seemed to be a stage. The girls in my line walked onto the stage, and i stared out at a room full of people, rich people.
" Now starting at 5,000 we have Abigail. She was found on the streets, her blood type is B negative. She is obedient and listens well. She is not pure. " The man at the podium said as one girl was forced to stand in front of the line.
Suddenly people began raising paddles with number engraved in them.
"7,000!" one said
"7,500" said another.
"10,000" one said above all the others. No one said anything for a second.
"Do we have an offer for 11, 000?" the man at the podium asked, but no one replied. " Then shes sold to the lovely gentleman at the back."
My whole body froze as I finally came to terms with what was happening. I was going to be sold.
Fresh tears fell from my eyes as I realized there were only 2 more girls until it was my turn. My heart lurched inside my chest and I felt myself begin to sob. The other girls all looked at me pitifully and I thought it was because I was crying, I thought they felt sorry for me. But not even a second later I felt the fierce force of the whip against my back, leaving a red hot mark in its wake.
I screamed in pain as the whip descended on my bare skin and I swear I heard some of the men in the audience laugh at my misfortune. I try to calm down, to stop crying but how could I when they kept whipping me over and over again.
They never broke the skin, but I could feel the formation of welts against my back, my skin tender and blistered from the impact. Even after I willed myself to stop crying the whipping kept coming.
In those moments as a young 17 year old girl all I could do to justify what was happening was to place the blame on someone else... anyone else. And at the time, through all the pain I was feeling and all the suffering i was going through, the only person I could think to blame was my father.
Not the guards who were hitting me, not the auctioneer for selling me, not the other girls for not warning me before hand.
The only person I could find myself to blame was my father. I blamed him for not being able to support the family he made. I didn't ask to be on this earth nor did I ask to be born. It was him. I didn't tell him to have children beyond his mean, I didn't tell him to keep fucking my mother knowing she would probably get pregnant. That was all him. I didn't tell him to have 4 children when he could barely afford to have one. I didn't tell him to become old and weak nor did I tell him to sell me so they could eat while I suffer.
It was all him
And now I had to pay the price for him, as a good daughter, as a thank you to him for giving me life. I had to suffer.
I didn't even notice when the lashes stopped, nor did I notice when I was picked up and placed at the centre of the stage.
"Now this one is real special. Her name is Mariah and she was sold by her father, she is still a virgin with the blood type of AB positive. Her blood is pure, she is untouched. " the auctioneer said, there was a slight pause as everyone gazed down at me. I laid still on the floor and curled into a ball.
"We'll start the bidding at 20, 000" the auctioneer said. And just like that there was an uproar from the audience.
"25, 000"
"No, 30,000"
"50, 000"
I began to tremble as the price continued to rise. What would they do to me?
Why was my price going so high? Why did they want me so bad?
I began crying again, but no one took note. They were all watching as the price just went higher and higher.
"100, 000" someone said and just like that the chatter ceased. The auctioneer waited for someone to object, for someone to say a higher price.
"Going once, going twice, SOLD! To the man here in front. I lifted my head to take a look at the man and my heart stopped as I gazed upon a old man, he was smiling at me, a cruel long smile, his teeth out for me to see, stained yellow from tobacco. I started sobbing again unable to contain it as I saw the man I now belonged to. "Please. " I begged as the guards dragged me to the back and placed me in a simple white dress.
They carried me to the front where I saw the man waiting for me. As soon as he saw me he smiled viciously."Hello, my slave" he said as he out a chain around my neck like a leash. The guards uncuffed me before turning around and walking back inside. I could only state after them, wishing they would take me back."Come now, I have a few meetings today and I don't want to be late" he said as he dragged me toward the carriage.
I walked my feet screaming in pain as I stepped on the hard dirt floor. The man pulled me into his carriage and gave the horsemen his destination. As I sat there on the carriage floor, staring at the feet of my new master, I knew my life would never be the same. Not after this.
CHAPTER 2__________MARIAHMy new master forced me on his lap as he placed his nose to my neck, inhaling deeply."You smell delectable, slave" he said, licking the crevice of my neck. "I can't wait to taste you when we get back to the house".His large grubby hands came to my breast squeezing it tightly before he forced me to face him. His hand came to my cheek squeezing it and forcing a kiss to my lips.I found myself gagging as he pushed his tongue into my mouth, biting my lip and drawing blood."Your blood is delectable" he murmured sucking on my how bleeding lip. The carriage came to a halt and I was ever so grateful when the driver spoke out."We are here, sir".The old man sighed but stood up, making me fall to the floor."Get up, bitch. We have a meeting to attend. " he said, but didn't bother waiting for me to get up and dragged me out if the carriage. I fell to the floor with a t
CHAPTER 3__________MARIAHIt happened so quickly, sir john didn't even see it coming. Just as his grimy hands traced my lips, just as he pushed his thumb into my mouth, the king let out a vicious growl standing to his feet. It was so low. So scary even I froze, too scared to even breathe. Sir John's eyes went wide. He looked up at the king in fear as he let me go, but he remained frozen in his seat."Sir John. You have been an ally of the crown all your life, your family has been allies of the crown since the beginning of the Rossetti lineage. You ancestors served and aided my ancestors before the Rossetti's came to rule the kingdom of Italia." The king said, his face dark as he sat back down."So tell me sir John. How much for your slave? What would you like? I'm willingly to give you whatever you ask for" the king said. Sir John looked shocked as his jaw fell open."Y- your m
CHAPTER 4_______MARIAHI blush and look down, so embarrassed that he heard that. He growls again, but it isn’t a threatening one. No, this one sounds almost teasing... playful even. I look up to see him already staring with a soft look in his eyes."Are you enjoying that?" He questions as I take in spoonful after spoonful without complaint. I lick my lips and nod my head, not as scared of him as when I first saw him in his tea room."Good, little one. I want you to eat all of it for me. Okay?" He said before handing me the bowl and what is left of its contents. I took it with a sulky face not really feeling like eating anymore. I would never admit, but I enjoyed the feeling I got when he fed me.He stood staring and waiting for a 2 from me. I looked up at him, still unsure but agreed nonetheless "Okay, your majesty" I said but as soon as I glanced at the porridge I didn't feel hungry a
CHAPTER 5__________MARIAHI looked up into the eyes of my father as he came walking in through the front door, his face gleaming with excitement.I squealed with excitement as I stumbled down the short passage and into his arms, he caught me with his ease....he always did."Hello Papa" I said in my baby voice, I was only 5 years old at the time. still the only child and the apple of my fathers eye."Hello baby. Where your mama?" He asked placing me on his hip as he walked further into our small house and to the main room."Hey, hunny" my father greeted, his face still young with age as he smiled widely. I always loved his smile, because it showed how happy he was."Hello, I'm glad your back" my mother said walking to my father and giving him and bug hug and a kiss making me squeal in disgust.My mother looked
CHAPTER 6______MARIAHThe king gave me 3 days to recover before I was being moved to a lower floor and I was given a maid uniform. I didn’t understand why. He treated me so nicely that first day, he gave Sir John’s entire family immunity from death to get me, yet now that he has me, I am a maid. It just doesn’t make sense.For the last 2 days I have been waking up every morning and cleaning the same rooms on the same floor, continuously, just waiting to catch a glimpse of his highness.But today was a new day, and I was sick of waiting around for someone to tell me what was happening. I walked down the steps to the first floor and looked for anyone that could help me, but strangely there was no one around. I walked around, going up to the third floor where I heard the sound of giggling coming from one of the room doors.Happy to have found another living thing I did
Chapter 7_______MariahI took a deep breathe as the butler knocked on the large double oak doors. I held the cloth to my neck as the door opened and a maid stood to the side, her head bowed in respect with the King sitting by his desk, reading through some documents.“Forgive me, your highness. She wouldn’t take no for an answer” Butler Aldridge said fearfully as the King continued to write notes on his parchment. The butler was visibly shaking as his grip on my arm tightened painfully. Fear began to bubble in my stomach as I suddenly forgot what exactly I wanted from him, all the anger I felt dissolved into a pit of nothingness when it came to face his aura. The king looked up, unimpressed as his eyes fell onto me and then the butler and then to the red-stained cloth in my hand.“Leave us” he said to the maid and the butler, and they
Chapter 8_____ElijahI stormed out of the castle my control slipping as I rushed for the forest. I let out a growl, half me and half the beast within me. Fucking Mariah. She was messing with my mind, I had never felt such a need for another person as I have felt for her. It was supernatural. The feelings I had for her were unnatural. Her scent lingered around me and drove me mad as I tried to escape it. It was the smell of her innocence, a smell the seemed to multiply the second I touched her.The wetness that pooled between her legs told me how ready she was. The way she whimpered and moaned told me how badly she wanted me, she wanted us. The way she said our name made us mad with lust. The beast tried to take over, or at least he tried to take control of my conscious, but he had only ever gotten that right once.Anger began to bubble in
Chapter 9_______MariahThe king let out a low laugh as he looked toward the books I had spent most of my time reading, before he looked at me. The way his eyes burned into me, it made me want to sink into the chair completely. "And what am I exactly, Mariah?" He asked sarcastically, trying to fool me into believing that I was acting crazy, but I wouldn't fall.I stood up from my chair and took big, confident steps toward him, until we were toe to toe. "You are not human. You are a vampire, I know you are and I believe that most noblemen are after what I have seen these last few days..." I paused and looked up at him, "But you, my king" I said as I circled around him, "you're stronger than the rest, you're special, even... And I know why. It's because you aren't just a vampire. You are the first born son of your father and you are a Rossetti