BIDDING ARENA OF WOLVES

Marianne

Thunder cracked, flashing sharp lights across the sky that worn a blanket of darkness hovering around. I heard their distant voices reaching through me and it caused me to accelerate my pace, sprinting out from the alley into the main road.

They were going to kill me! Those merciless monsters! My black hair danced around with the wind and my breathing was chaotic.

Running for my life with three huge men coming after me, I doubt if I would escape from their grips.

“You can’t run for long, little girl.” The bossy voice resonated, echoing through the lonely road and I heard their malicious laughter that was enough to get sweat slipping from my back.

Panting hard at I spun my head around to see that they were catching up with me as the distance between us kept on reducing however I slipped, twisting my ankle as I fell on the ground.

A man sat on his heels with a dirty smirk playing on his face and he growled, locking eyes with me, “You are quite a stubborn one, aren’t you?” And I saw the rest men looming over.

I shakily spoke with sweat tailing down my head. “I promise I will pay back the money. Just give me some more time.”

“How much time! Marianne, when are we going to get our money back.” The first one with a hideous scar on his face leaned over.

“Please…. I will get the money soon.. Please.”

“Tak, this won’t do.” And the next second something hard struck the back of my head hard and a sense of my consciousness left my body as I fell on the ground.

When I shut my eyes open, weaving out from my sleep with memories flooding my head and I whined in pain because of the sudden out burst of memories. Throbbing my body up that bounced in the softest bed I ever laid on, I pulled the white sheets covering my body off while I slowly gazed upon the fancy room with bright lights emitting from every angle. Where was I?

Getting up from the bed, I heard a chain dangling in my ears and I zeroed my eyes at my ankle that had shackled bonded on them. The dress I wore before was still intact and I wonder what was going on with anxiety building up in me.

Fixated my eyes at the windows. It was dark, and the breeze aired inside the room. Supporting my body, I sat up with my feet touching the ground to see that the chains were connected to the bed underneath.

Jolting my head to the door that opened so suddenly that almost jerked my soul out. The sharp heels clicked on the floor and with the heavy make-up I was still able to make out the ladies’ facial expressions, which were rather foul, and I lowered my eyes, daring not to meet her’s.

The woman cast an eerie look at me, running her eyes over my body. And she promptly said, “I don’t even see what’s so good about you.” Her nonchalant voice made me to bit my cheek.

With her breast that was pushed up high in an alluring way while her black eyes belittled me in many way making me uncomfortable under her crouching gaze. A well-practiced clap sounded from the woman that reserve her comments and two young girls stepped in, gluing their eyes to the ground.

“Get her ready for tonight. Dress her only in the silk undergarments.” Ordered the woman and she threw a quick look at me before she sprinted her heels before heading to the door, but I reached out.

“Where I’m I? Who are you people?” I questioned with my voice cracking, racing my eyes on the woman’s back before bringing it back to the girls, but her next choice of reply shoved the remaining question down my throat.

“Bethel darling. “she replied with no ounce of sympathy and boated out.

Be-bethel! I widened my eyes at the realization that hit me. Those men traded me at Bethel.

The girls in the room were like mute dolls and no matter how many questions I threw out them, they held their passive expression. They shoved me into the bathroom, removing all my clothes including my panties, leaving me naked as I stepped inside the bathtub as their hands touch me in the most uncomfortable areas, washing my body like it was some kind of rock.

When the woman said silk undergarments, it did not find my brains that she was talking about provocative pantie that had tiny bells attached to both ends before I worn a maroon laced gown over me that was clear showcasing my womanly parts with my nipples that came out hard.

Was this the only thing I was going to wear? This was not even counted as clothes.

Goggling at my appearance in the mirror, I could not recognize the girl before the mirror. They dolled me into a seductive temptress. My pulse picked up when the door opened again and it was the woman.

“At least your beautiful face can sell.” Batting her lashes up and down, she moved her fingers in a come hither action and I squeezed my feet on the ground, moving to her. She pinned her gaze on my body, ogling mostly at my breast, and then she did something unexpected.

“…!!” The indistinct gasp escaped from my mouth that fell open when her hands gave my breast a light squeeze that brought a faint pain. “They are soft." She muttered, tearing her eyes off my breast to face my red hot face melting

“Listen girly, don’t act reckless. Where you are going to is filled with heartless men that won’t hesitate to have you on their beds, so do well to behave.” She advised, raising her brows

Although I did not understand what she said, I shuddered my head with my green eyes focused.

Carefully, I skimmed through the place along with some other girls that was dressed similarly, the evident apprehension endowed on us as we stood in a straight line with men standing at both side with a leather whip on their hands making my stomach roll because of the slight hint I was getting about what was about to unfold.

The anticipation was nail biting when the curtain in front pulled up, revealing the stage with dark lighting hanging at the side. A man dressed in formal clothing bounced on the stage and he announced to the people below.

“Welcome to our auction sales. Where today we have more pretty girls ready to be auction and sold!” a venomous uproar evoked from the people below bringing a climaxing fear dreading in my eyes.

My breathing harbor when I felt the whooshing cold making the hair on my skin stand at the obvious words of the man standing at the stage.

“Tonight we will start with our first line of girls. I promise you won’t be disappointed, as these are fresh and untouched.” Spoke the man on the stage loud enough to grab the people’s attention in the club and the bustling hushed down, giving the man room to continue, “This is our first girl. Her name is Vivian.” And the first girl in line trembled as she moved up to the stage.

The man give a full advert of the girl while touching her face, “She’s a young girl with brown long hair.” He tailed his hands down to her breast, which were enough to arouse the crowd. “And to show you an exclusive showcase of the item…” the man mercilessly ripped the tiny transparent gown from the girl, causing her breast to bounce emitting hoots and whistle from the men below.

The girl up on stage cried silently as she stood naked to the onlookers with only a piece of cloth covering her womanly area. How could he do that to her? Demoralizing a woman’s dignity to the open and I felt my legs wobbling because I would soon be subjected to such fate.

“Isn’t she beautiful? Now let’s see her worth. The bidding starts from five hundred thousand dollars!” heads turned from lift to right while the shame racked into the girl's body and from behind I saw her shaking violently when the bidding started.

“Seven hundred thousand dollars. “

“Is another willing to buy her for more?” Asked the man on the stage to receive an enthusiast responds from the crowd.

“1 million dollars!” someone chanted from the public, raising a batting card up and the man on the stage peeled his eyes off the people searching into the crowd for someone to bid a higher price, but unfortunately, that was the last stop.

I marveled at how the people from high status were okay throwing their money to buy girls. They had no consideration to others apart from their selfish desires as it was a common num in the country, buying young girls like an item

“Is anyone raising the amount?” Asked the man, “1 million dollars going once, going twice, going thrice! Sold! To the gentleman at the back with blond hair, make your payment and collect her in the waiting room."

The girl was pushed back behind the stage and trauma besieged the girl.

Quickly with no time to waste the next girl was dragged up where she was already screaming and crying but a smooth slap ended her cry’s as the man pulled her hair facing the roaring crowd, “Doesn’t she look beautiful, soft and fair skinned, imagine having her legs spread widely in your beds.” The man shuddered his head at his indecent thought, which was enough to rise the bidding up to a million.

“1 million dollars.” The person immediately set up the competition high.

“What a lovely amount to begin with, but…. “

I heard another hash tearing, and I flinched at the sound, squeezing my eyes shut with my nails digging into my palms. And slowly the number of girls in front of me kept on reducing in numbers until it finally caught up to me.