Chapter 5

GUILIA

My mouth tasted acrid, almost the same as it did when I received an injection months ago. I coughed, feeling an acute pain in my lungs. My eyes felt heavy — like something glued them together.

“You have to treat her well. I didn't spend five million euros for nothing. Get her ready for tonight,” a voice instructed. It sounded so familiar, but I couldn't rack my brain enough to place the voice.

“We will do as you ordered, my Lord,” another voice —feminine—affirmed.

I heard footsteps before the bang of the door. I tried to force my eyes open, but the heaviness was still on my lid.

It wasn't until I dozed off and woke up for the third time that I finally opened my eyes. I was in a tiny room. There were no windows to tell the time. Aside from a couch not too far from the bed I was sprawled on, there was nothing in the chamber. They painted the walls red, a sharp contrast to the light green tiles used. The huge chandelier, hanging from the roof shed sufficient light to the place.

I squinted as I sat up on the bed. Astounding enough, nothing was constraining me to the bed. My eyes immediately went to my clothes, and I let out a breath of relief when I noticed I was still putting on the black shorts and Hawaii shirt.

The only things missing were my shoes and purse. I slowly rose from the bed, feeling dizzy the moment my feet stepped on the floor.

I took steady steps towards the door, tried the doorknob, and realized it was unlocked. Without a moment of hesitation, I opened the door and tiptoed out. I peered down the illuminated corridor. There was no one around.

As quietly as I could, I closed the door and dashed down the hallway, praying not to meet anyone. I ran down the ridiculously lengthy hall until I got to the stairs. I climbed down only to freeze midway when I heard noises. I was in the middle. Running upstairs meant those downstairs would see me. The front door wasn't that far.

At the last minute, I made my decision, perceiving how dangerous it was. I bolted for the door as fast as I could. It was a good thing I was barefoot else they would have caught me before I stepped out.

I was startled to realize it was daytime. The last time I was awake, it was late at night when I had just left the bar and was captured by those cursed fellows!

“Hey!” I heard yells behind me, but I didn't stop. I tugged the door open and ran out.

“Stop there!”

A gunshot rang out accompanied by screams from the men. I yelled at the pain that passed through me the minute the bullet grazed my left leg. It only stopped me for a moment. The gate wasn't that far. I was determined to get to it, even if I died in the process.

Another gunshot. This time I fell flat on the ground. The bullet didn't scratch my body this time. It shot straight to my left thigh.

Steadfast, I started crawling towards the gate as their footsteps got nearer. Tears streamed down my face at the pain, yet I wasn't about to let them have the last laugh.

The men caught up with me. They placed their hands under my arms and hauled me up.

“Let me go!” I tried kicking around with my good leg, ignoring the stinging twinge from the injured one.

None of the men uttered a word as they effortlessly dragged me back to the house I just escaped from.

“Let me go!” I screamed. “You motherfuckers! I will have your head when I'm released!”

Despite my shrieks, none of them said a word as they continued to drag me back to the house.

“Let me—”

The door I ran out from swiftly opened and the last man I least expected stepped out. Standing by the door was the same pervert from the store, the same man who claimed to help me. He was putting on a blue suit, tailor-made for his body, and a nice compliment to his hair.

His eyes enlarged the minute they landed on me. He looked shocked to see me. It was funny how that could be when he just stepped out of the same house I was trying to escape from.

“Haven't had your fill, yet?” I sneered at him. “Why can't you just stay on your own? What did I do to warrant this kind of treatment?!”

He squinted, looking perplexed by my words.

“What? Are you pretending to be dumb?”

Another man strode out of the door. He was the same man who tried to hurt me last night. He, too, was putting on a suit—a green one that looked funny on him. His hair still had enough amount of gel on it.

“Oh?” He nervously chuckled. “This was the girl I got from the auction yesterday. A virgin, I tell you. The men were vying to have her.”

“What?!”

It explained why I heard sounds while I was drifting off and on.

The pervert's eyes moved to my thighs, which must be soaked with blood. I was losing a lot from the gunshot wound, but that was the least of my concerns. I just wished to escape.

“What do you plan to do with her?” He demanded, focusing on the other man, who allegedly 'bought' me.

“What else? She's a virgin. What else will I do with her?” He leered at me.

“You motherfucker! I will rip your cock off your body! Disgusting piece of shit!” I tried to get the men to let me go, so I could slap the stupid man.

“How dare—”

“I will buy her.”

“What?!” I yelled out together with the man who bought me, both of us shocked out of our senses.

“I will buy her from you. Just name your price.”