ONE

~Emmy~

"One Million!" Someone shouted from my left, my eyes narrowed on the male in the crowd, pointing at me and laughing with his associates. Anger rippled through me, seeing him grab his cock and nod to me subjectively. Pretending to gag, I examined him with contempt. 

"Let's not pretend you know what to do with it, buddy!" I screamed over the chatter in the chamber. The room erupted in laughter as someone else threw another bid into the room. 

"Two Million!" An aged voice offered. I looked behind me to the male I had been told to call Sir, overseeing the girls being auctioned today and snorted. 

"Come on, he'll be dead by morning!" I dismissed his bet with a flick of my wrist.

"Come on, fellas, we can do better than that; she's a pretty wee thing. A natural blonde. I have checked myself!" Sir announced, shooting him a death stare. I spat at his feet, embarrassment washing over my cheeks. 

"She's a little feisty, but I guess that's what you get when you have grown up with savages all your life, huh, doll face." He laughed, stepping closer to me with a pull on the chains, trying to haul me into his body. I stepped closer to him and snarled, baring my teeth at the filthy sleazeball. 

"You are making a mistake!" I laughed bitterly, looking at his dick that had hardened in his slacks. "I hope you aren't attached to your LITTLE friend because I curse you!" A rough hand slapped my face sending me backwards and onto my ass, the chains digging into my wrists and ankles painfully.

"Fucking Gypsies!" He barked, pulling his leg back to kick me in the ribs, dispatching pain through my core. Forcing my lips closed, I refused to scream in a room filled with arrogant bastards who would only get hard off my whimpers and sobs! Sick fucks! 

"Three Mill!" My original bidder yelled as I pulled myself to my feet.

"Four!" 

"FUCK you all! I am worth ten times that! All that gets you is a look at my tits!" I bellowed, pulling against the chains that kept my hands to my side, to yank my top down and flash the bastards a look at my rack. These men were mob bosses; I could smell sin and money on them. They didn't want a vulgar female who answered them back and embarrassed them by flaunting herself; they wanted something meek and submissive. 

Well fuck that!

"Five Million!" Another voice stuttered. "But she has to come with a gag! I only need her cunt!" My eyes shot to the bidder, anger flaring in my hues as I assessed him critically.

"Aww, what's wrong? Not able to find anyone to fuck and breed with you! Hardly a surprise, fatty!" I laughed sweetly, shaking my head in amusement, as yet again, the room filled with the sound of chatter and laughter. 

"Such a shame, but let's face it: the only way your line will continue is if you pay for it!" I laughed nastily, my lip curling in disdain. The blues of my eyes shone with the same repulsion I wore on my face as they locked on the male in the front row. 

"Not like she's wrong, Johnny!" Someone hurled across the room, making the male's face redden with the anger that swam in his eyes. 

"Rest assured, the only thing I will give you is a lifetime of misery!" I giggled, flicking my hair over my shoulder, the blonde waves cascading down my back like spun silver.

"But something tells me you like that, don't ya, sugar!" I mocked as a foot landed on the back of my knees, knocking me to the floor. Sucking in a puff of air, I breathed through the pain that Sir had administered. I swear to all that is holy, I am going to rip this fuckers dick off with my teeth!

"Careful, don't bruise her pretty skin!" Someone announced. Rolling my eyes, I pulled myself into a sitting position at Sir's feet, my eyes trained on his; arching a brow, I smirked knowingly. 

"Wouldn't want to damage the merchandise!" I grinned sarcastically, shrugging my shoulders. 

"Come on, gents! She's good with her mouth! I can assure you of that!" He declared with a sleazy wink at me. Thinning my lips, I flashed him my sweetest smile, which I refused to let falter as memories danced through my head. The last time I was on my knees in front of this prick, he shoved his dick at me in a room filled with girls all as scared as me. Apparently, he wanted to instruct us on how to 'behave' for our new masters. Personally, I think he just wanted a quick BJ! Something I had refused and the girl beside me had paid dearly for. 

“Do it! I will protect you!” A voice whispered in my mind. I contemplated answering ‘her’ for a moment, nobody wants to buy a crazy chick after all, but something told me it wasn't my mind they were here for but my other assets!

My eyes trained on Sir as he held his hand up for the room to continue the auction; leaning into him, my teeth clamped down on his flabby thigh through his thin slacks, hooking my teeth around his flesh with all my might, I pierced his skin and pulled like one would remove fat from a good steak. 

I don't know what possessed me to lunge at him, but I do know that it felt damn good to hear him scream like a girl. Spitting the fabric and flesh onto the floor beside the male with the current winning bid, I shot him a wink before looking back over at Sir. 

"Sorry, Sir! I thought you wanted me to demonstrate how good I am with my mouth." I grinned, looking out at the now silent room, blood trickling down my chin and onto the white see-through shift they had forced me to wear. Looking at it with a shrug, I smirked out at the room filled with wide eyes and silent lips. 

"Come on, not like you fuckers ain't seen your share of blood!" I laughed maniacally. 

"50 Million!" Someone said in the silent room. Gasps and shocked faces turned to the top of the room where a balcony held my bidder, the lights blaring at me, hiding his face and identity, but something in his voice felt familiar. 

"SOLD! To Mr..." Sir winced, gripping his thigh all dramatic and shit. 

"Accardo.. Matteo Accardo." The husky voice informed us. The room became still with tension, and given the looks being exchanged by the males around me, I guessed whoever this guy was.. he was a bigger bastard than any of these. 

"I hope you have your affairs in order, Matteo because I will... kill you for this!" I proclaimed with resolve.

"We shall see." A voice answered and I didn’t need to see him to know he was grinning like the sick bastard he was!