“Fifty!”
“Fifty and half!”
“Fifty-five!”
For heaven’s sake I was being priced like a common commodity.
What sort of a father would have his daughter auctioned to raise money to pay up his debt?
Mine had got me auctioned, to raise some money for his debts to the casino, and he had merely invited me to his so-called birthday party, but the birthday party now turned into a sales game, to this very extent of having me auctioned.
I wanted to flee from the hall, but he had earlier asked me to stand there, on the podium, where everyone can see me, described me, my features, and what have you, and then made it clear that I would be given out to the highest bidder.
When on earth did, I become such an asset, that I would be sold off to the league of old gamblers and Italian mafias who had gathered in the hall, that celebrate the new age of my father who was heavily in debt.
Gosh!
I had my eyes on the doors.
I wished the light would go off, and if ever it would be that gracious, I would flee from the hall, and from the city, to wherever I was sure my father and his mafia cartel would never find me.
“Fifty-five and half!”
Is that my worth?
This was a big-time trafficking here.
Maybe we were probably back to the nineteenth century, where such trade was a common game. Maybe we were back in the days of Habbakuk and his harlot wife whom he bought with money when she strolled into the hands of the lords who got her auctioned.
“Fifty-seven!”
I knew the man who just yelled fifty-seven.
He had always had his eyes on me, but I don’t like him because he was fat, and he was same age with my father who got me auctioned.
Everyone turned to him. He seemed to be the highest bidder with the fifty-seven he yelled, but my father seemed not to be satisfied with the fifty-seven.
He needed more.
That little amount wouldn’t pay up his debt.
“Sixty!”
Another man from the back had his hand in the air.
Of all the bidders, he had bid the most, but he was old.
Yeah, I have my choices here.
If I was going to be given out to the highest bidder, then I pray to be given to a young person, not these old fellows who would have my life messed in their closets.
“There is a fixed price for her, but you guys are bidding below the fixed price.” My father said from his conner.
“What’s the fixed price?”
The fat guy seemed to be ready to take me home at all cost, but I kept imagining what life would be with that man as my master.
Life with him would be hell, but slaves have no choice when they are sold to a new master.
I call myself a slave because if I could be sold off this way, then I had been a mere slave to my father, not a daughter.
“Two hundred million dollars.” My father said.
That was nearly the complete price of his debt.
“The highest bidder would pick her, but at that price.” He said with a stern look on his face.
I hated him for his words. I hated him for being such a bloody gambler who would sell off his daughter for a debt he accumulated from his gambling addiction.
I wished he would choke on his words and just perish this very moment, but trust me, devils don’t perish that easily.
They live longer than you can imagine, just to keep wreaking havoc on the innocent.
“But that’s too much for a lady her age and worth.” The fat guy said with some trace of hate in his voice.
Yeah!
He doesn’t have the money. None of them has the money, so, finally, he would ask me to leave the podium, and with that, I would buy the time to escape for good.
“Keep quiet if you don’t have the money!” father yelled.
He was strict, even at sells point.
But I wonder why he felt no shame in selling off his daughter, if being strict was a way of showing off some pride.
Why wasn’t he careful with the casino when he was getting himself into the mess that led him into having me auctioned?
I hate him!
“If that’s what you say, let’s see who buys your slut for that huge amount. Remember you are indebted to the casino. Sell her for sixty and pay some debt.” The fat guy said with his hand spread as though he was a savior who had come to save my father the stress of dying in debts.
My father shrugged and relaxed on the seat he set next to me at the podium.
“Let the bidding continue, and let the rich do their thing.”
Father has a way of mocking those who thought they would mock him and go away with their mess, and his way of retorting to them was quite hurtful.
The fat guy felt the blow.
I saw it in his eyes. It was hot on him.
“Seventy-seven.” The old man at the back who bided sixty the other time said.
Why on earth is this old man so interested in buying me off like a bread at the storehouse?
What does he need me for?
I can’t just tell, but I remained quiet. By the way, I was just a vessel in the hands of my father, who wants money in exchange of me.
“Give her to him! Is he not the highest bidder now? Or don’t you want to sell your thing!” a fellow screamed from the other corner. He was another thing old man like the one who had been on top of the bidding.
“You might be selling her cheaper than this if you don’t sell her for seventy. She doesn’t worth more than that!”
“The old fellow wants her for his last son, that’s why he is bidding this high, sell her!”
“Two hundred million dollars!”
The hall went silent.
FREYAEverybody turned to him.They were a pile of noise makers, but the young man who just walked into the hall startled them with the figures he pledged.He was tall and handsome, and his hair was short and blonde. Clad in a tuxedo and a black glass, his mafia status was not hidden.I knew he was one of them, with the way he uttered the price, and the manner with which he had exercised patience.“Can you repeat what you said?” the fat guy said with his eyes on the young fellow who just stroke the big deal they were not able to hit.“Shut up and let the rich do their thing.” The young guy said and strutted up to the podium, on which I was standing with my father sitting beside me.“I’m buying her for two hundred million dollars. I’m not prizing.” His eyes were calm, but not as calm as one would think.There was fire in those calm eyes, and that fire was the sort that would consume me if I get handed to him.He was brave, and probably richer than everyone in the hall.Maybe he owns a
FREYAThe trip wasn’t a long one, but we didn’t go home to his place.The driver had stopped at the hotel down the road, and we alighted.We had come with a three-car convoy. I didn’t know that until we stepped out of the car, because I was pushed into one of the cars earlier, and I didn’t have time to look through the window and see the cars running after us.From the three-car convoy, emerged some men in black suit, all armed with big riffles.I had been sold to a rich and powerful mafia, but he was surprisingly younger than the big mafias I read on in books and watch in movies.The only thing he had in common with the mafias I knew was his choice for few words.He wasn’t a good talker, and he was as mean as a tiger would be when it hunts its meal. Here, I was his meal, and he was the tiger, and as the deer that had been hunted and was to be fed on by the tiger, I ought not to see the tiger smile.I followed them into the hotel without protesting, because I knew that asking question
FREYAI was woken by a buzz, and the rays of the light of the sun on my face.It was a different room. I could tell that because the bed had no poles like the one, I was tied to the previous night, and the walls bore no whips and BDSM stuffs in the red room I was tossed into and roughly fucked.I sat up on the bed, and with a little blur, I searched the corners of the room to know if I would see the devil, Jaxon, nestled on one of the sofas in the room, but just then, I only realized that was massive, and it had a massive connection to another room, and a massive door that leads to a massive balcony.He wasn’t here in the big room with me, but I could see traces of smoke escaping the room next to the room on whose bed I was sitting.I looked at myself and my eyebrows went up on their own. I knew we had something last night, and I was supposed to be stack naked, as he did the good of taking off my clothes and now I was clad in a see-through linen.First, the room is not the same room
FREYAMy legs failed me.They stopped going back to where they came from, as his eyes rested on me in that dare devil manner.I’m not the devil here, but the devil himself was daring the courage that made my legs step away from his sight.He sucked hard on the cigar trapped between his lips, and let the tobacco-rich smoke into the air, making the sight of him blur for a second and clear off in the next second.He was such an addict. A slave to the habit of smoking, and the habit of torture sex. I could see his craving in his eyes, like that of a shark to the smell of blood in the ocean.He relaxed on the sofa on which he was nestled on, doing his smoking bidding.“Don’t stand looking at me, come here.”His words were supposed to be harsh, because his tone was harsh, but his voice turned out lovely to my ears, such that I wished he would whisper into my ears with that voice of his. My legs, once again, betrayed me. They conveyed me to him, but in a much slow manner, because the mind w
FREYAI knew I hated him, but the touch he gave me wasn’t enough.I want more of him. I wanted him to grab my waist and bang me the way he just did. I want that cum in my mouth once again.I ran my tongue around my lips, capturing the cum that was leaning on them, and taking down my throat like he ordered, feeling the creaminess, and yearning for more.I stood up, and fixed my gown, which though I was clad in it, left the feeling of being stack naked on me, because it was transparent, and he could see not just my breasts through it, but my pussy.I inhaled and returned to the massive room he walked into, but he wasn’t there. He must have left the house, naked.I wonder why he would do such, because his trousers which he took off during his bidding of driving pleasure from my pussy by giving me pleasure.I walked over to the bed. There was entirely nothing to do in the big room, if not to walk around the house, sleep, and probably get fucked the second time.I didn’t feel the urge to l
FREYAIt had been two months since I was brought here, and I was already seeing changes in my body, having been sexually active with Jaxton.I guess no one noticed the changes in my body, not even the maids who were ladies, too, maybe because none of them truly gave a damn about me.I was pregnant for a heartless git, who had me in his crisp like a bank would hold the collateral for a loan, while waiting and praying the loan never gets paid.I can’t have a baby with him. Not now, not ever.I rushed to the mirror in my room. I first noticed the changes on my body while I was taking a bath in the bathroom, but here, right before the mirror, it was more evident than I ever thought.My body was gradually changing physically, and I was sensing some internal changes, too.At least, I could sense that I take more naps nowadays, and I crave for more food than I ever craved for, and I had become the laziest thing in the weird billionaire mafia’s abode.The maids were there to serve me, and the
FREYA I had always been so good an athlete all my life, so, taking off to the gate at the far end of the garden was no big deal.I scaled through the garden, careful not to be seen by or any of the maids who might be roaming around the property like they always did. I have seen them a couple of times roaming around the garden in daytime so I prayed so hard they don’t room tonight as I did my little bidding of fleeing from my captor’s hive, and I guess my prayers were answered before I thought of praying. They weren't there to tell me back to my space, so, I made my way out of the gate, and stepping out, I ran without looking back.Thanks to the boots, and the stripper gown that was so tight it clung to my body like my skin on my bones.I wonder what would be of Jaxton if he learns that the stripper regal the maids brought me had only been an aid to my escape; he would be so mad to realize that, but that's by the way.I fled like I had never done in my life, but then came the flash
FREYA His place was far from the city. I wouldn’t have gone this far with a man if not that I was only running to save my head from being severed from my body by Jaxton.Jaxton is mafia, and mafia could do anything to anyone who messes up around him; that’s exactly what I did by getting my ass off his place at the slightest chance.“Come on, get down, let's go freshen up inside and have a blissful evening.” He said as he got out of the car.I did as he said.He had done the good job of getting me off the city where I was sure Jaxton had eyes on the walls, and bringing me to his place in a different city I had never been to.I have no idea if Jaxton has an influence here, but I’m sure it would take him long to fish me out of the massive city and toss me back to his arm.He led the way, and I followed, but just then, I thought it was right to have him introduce himself.I am not really here for a one night stand, though I knew we might have a good time in bed if he insisted.“What's yo