Sold!

Elowen’s POV

“Going for thirty grams!” the Auctioneer bellowed, thrusting a plank into the air.

My teary gaze swept across the crowd, as many people raised their hands. The men thrust their eyes at me as though they wanted to devour me whole.

“Those pretty tits for fifty grams!” Another man with a bloated belly and a thin scar dragging from the corner of his chin down to his cheek spoke while grinning his bare teeth at me.

A gasp escaped my lips as I clasped my chained hands together, awaiting whatever decision was about to be made.

“Hundred grams!”

“A hundred and fifty grams!”

The bids continued, my breath came out shaky, and just when I thought I would be sold, the crowd suddenly grew silent.

“Cursed!” A lady yelled as she pointed her straight finger towards my neck.

“She’s cursed!”

A shiver ran down my spine as I tried to move away from his hold. His eyes narrowed, then he stood with his hand placed behind his back. “How did you get that?”

Another chimed in, “Who knows what curse she bears?” The noises escalated, scattering the crowd. The women left first, then the rest shunned me like a contamination that mustn’t brush their skin.

The men who ogled as though they wanted to devour me avoided me like a plague. Some wanted to make a move, but the crowd had disorganized. No one wanted to buy a person who was cursed.

The Auctioneer beside me burned with anger. I didn’t dwell on my thoughts for too long before I heard his loud voice cutting through the air.

“She is cursed, but her pussy isn’t” he said with a laugh.

“See…” he continued, ripping my clothes with his bare hands, exposing my erect nipples.

My breath came in sharp gasps as my eyes met the ground. Deep down, I didn’t want to go through the pain of another master, yet I still wanted to be sold.

I pressed my lips together. “She’s pretty, truly, she can be useful in bed,” a man suddenly said.

“I will pay two hundred grams,” a man bid.

My hand clenched hard as the bids continued until it fell on the round-bellied man.

“Going once, going twice sol-”

“ A thousand grams!” A voice interrupted, earning gasps from the crowd.

I swallowed the invisible saliva clinging to my tongue as my eyes searched desperately for who would want to risk that kind of amount on a cursed woman.

“That’s ridiculous for a demon, a thousand-“

“She is a Nymph!”

A man dressed in a cotehardie and black boots with a feather hat that almost covered his face strode forward.

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the devilish beauty underneath the hat. “A thousand and she’s mine,” he blurted, holding the gaze of the man who stood beside me.

The guard laughed lightly. “You mean it…” the guard tried to confirm if he wasn't joking. “There’s no going back,” he added

“Hand her over,” he declared in an authoritative voice.

The auctioneer chuckled as he raised his hand, “One thousand going once, going twice, and SOLD!!” he yelled with a sharp clash of his bell.

A cold washed over me as I bit my lower lip hard. I didn’t want to stare too much at him.

I shook my head slightly as the guard yanked me forward. My legs scraped on the concrete floor, and I knew it was going to leave a bruise.

The guard took me behind the stage, then he bent to my height. “You are a good one.”

The man who had been boiling with rage a few minutes ago grinned at me like a fool as he unlocked the chains on my hands and legs.

When he was done, he rose to his feet. “Now, follow me,” he uttered as he walked ahead. My legs felt like jelly as I tried so hard to stand on my feet.

My hand clutched my torn dress as I walked behind him. We took a sharp turn leading to a room. He didn’t knock, he just pushed the door open.

My tongue brushed over my lips as I bowed my head, staring at my feet. “Nice doing business with you, she’s all yours,” the guard said as his finger rested on my shoulder, giving me a push forward.

“Easy... No one touches what’s mine.”

“I’m sorry, just want-”

“It’s okay, I guess I’m done here.” The voice cut the guard off before he could complete his statement.

The guard stepped aside as the man walked ahead. I didn’t need anyone to tell me before my legs walked behind the man.

Standing beside a carriage, I used the remaining of my cloth to cover myself.

“You must be hungry. What’s your name?” the voice asked.

A cold thud landed on my chest, “I’m… E-Elowen, sir,” I murmured with my fingers twisting together.

“You don’t have to stare at the floor. I love women who look me in the eyes,” he blurted.

I gulped as my hands curled into a ball while raising my head. Instantly my eyes locked with his deep crimson eyes.

“You do have a voice with me,” he said, arching his eyebrow.

I shook my head, and my stomach betrayed me with a sudden flutter. His brow lowered instantly, sharp and questioning. I cleared my throat, forcing the words past the hitch in it.

“Understood,” I whispered.

He gave a curt nod. “Get in,” he ordered as he walked to the other side and climbed into the carriage.

My chest tightened and released in uneven waves. This was the first time a master has allowed me to ride in the same carriage as them.

I felt dryness in my throat as I stole a glance at him, then forced my gaze forward. Sitting this close, my pulse spike refuses to settle.

Damn, he looked too good, the kind of handsome that makes your pulse hitch and your instincts warn you away.

“You know the moment that guard stripped you naked… I knew you were mine to possess.”

He looked at me lustfully, endless thought in my head, asking ‘what’s next’

“It’s going to be a long ride, I bet your clothes are too heavy. Take ‘em off”