Sold to My Alpha Mate

Mia

 I opened my eyes casually blinking to erase the blur vision. Everywhere seemed dark; only a dimmed light came in sight from the end corner of the unknown room.

 I steadily lifted my head up to sit upright but ended up hitting it on what felt like a metallic surface sending me back to the bed. I winced in pain rubbing the spot gently knitting my brows in absolute confusion.

I hardly remember having any obstruction in getting up from my bed.

Where am I?

Recent occurrences begin to flash rapidly in my head; a man dressed in black hoodie and jeaned shorts came asking for direction from me. I was about giving a warning to get away from me when I felt something like a stick hit my head forcefully, a sharp pain went round my head then everything went blank

So waking up in an unknown place….I have been kidnapped. I started to panic; I could feel my heart beat faster than usual. I realized I was on a lower bunk and had hit my head on the underneath of the upper bed bunk.

The sound of the door opening interrupted me from my thoughts snapping back to reality. A woman in her early fifties or there about came in with a man in his late thirties, I sat upright instantly knowing quite well I was like a prey in their hands.

The man walked forward to me rooming his eyes round me like he was scanning me, he had a dirty blonde hair with brown-orbed eyes that directly told he would murder you in a second; he had his hair gelled to the back in a sleek way.

“This would do a little. Get it dressed up to attract buyers even if it’s obviously at a cheap price” he uttered in a husky deep voice. My eyes widened at his recklessI felt my heart shatter in pieces, did I hear correct?

They were going to sell me? In the next few hours, I would be put up for sale.

  “What? No, you don’t get to sell me. You are committing an illegal and criminal offence. I’m going to report you to the police if you don’t let me go right now!” I yelled out in hoping to threaten him even though I was actually terrified.

He looked taken aback comprehending my sudden retaliation, his eyes diluted pure black stating he was pissed. My eyes widened at how black his eye iris were. He lunged forward and landed a hard slap on my face. I felt the pain on my face.

The taste of metallic substance hit my tongue indicating that blood was present there; I now had a busted lip. He grabbed my chin roughly causing me to whimper in pain. Tears slowly cascaded down my cheeks.

“I own everything here, when I say something, no one counters. When I say no one, I mean ‘No one!’ got it?”  He yelled tightening his grip on my chin. I nodded my head, small sobs escaped from my lips.

“Good. Now follow this lady and get fixed up to at least look good for once.” He let go of my chin and walked out of the creepy room. I gazed at the lady who was staring at me in total disgust.

Isn’t she a lady too? Why does she have to engage herself in such nonsense?

“Walk behind me, lose hold of me and you get sold first” she threatened walking out of the room. I quickly started following her. I felt dizzy due to how hard my head was hit; slight pains were still in my head. She led me to a hall way painted black and emerald.

There were creepy pictures hung on the wall, it was dark like the windows were shut. She halted at a door at the dead end of the hall way; she opened the door and stepped, I followed suite. The room looked more like a spa treatment salon; there was a place for manicure and pedicure, hair arena, make over and the likes.

My heart sank in fear, all these care just for money.

“Fix it then report it to the auction which starts in half an hour” she stated slamming the door shut and she left. I looked to see the eyes of three ladies; I was surprised to see the sympathy in their eyes.

“Come, let’s start with your bruised lips” a lady with emerald eyes and blonde hair uttered.

“We know how you feel, so lost and frightened” the 2nd lady with a short raven hair and brown-orbed eyes uttered. The third lady had a blonde hair but with blue-orbed eyes came to sit me down on a chair.

The first lady to speak came back with a first aid in her hand. She treated my lips and there wasn’t blood there anymore.

The three of them divided themselves: one applied make up for me, while another one did pedicure and manicure, the third lady fixed my wavy light brown hair for me making it seem curly.

I later found out their names: Ashley was the first one to speak to me; the one who sat me down was Cassie while the last one was Vendetta. I was asked to wear a black laced gown which was very short, exposing way too much cleavage than usual.

I stared into the mirror at the about to be auctioned girl. I looked like I was shouting for attention.

“I’m sorry Miss, but it’s time to report you to the auction arena” Ashley said sadly. I noticed she was holding her emotions back. I was on the verge of tears thinking about my life and how it came to this.

I nodded following Cassie who is to report me to the arena for auction which she says is located at the basement.

“What’s your name?” she asked me while we were walking.

“Mia Rivers” I stated. She nodded opening a door for me, it was a down staircase that led to the so-called basement, I guess.

“Go from here” I stared at her on why she was leaving me to myself. I nodded and started walking down the stairs.

“Hey Mia!” she called out. I turned back to glance at her.

“Don’t try to run away, Mia. Michael has guards everywhere; they will shoot you down instantly. That’s the same fate for us too” she slammed the door. They are not allowed to leave here too?

I walked down the stairs in the red bottoms heels they wore for me causing the whole place to echo. I halted in front of a door boldly written ‘AUCTION ARENA.’

 “Michael has guards everywhere.”

“Don’t try to run away”

“Instantly shoot you down”

Cassie’s words rang in my head; if I give it a try I would end up being killed.

The door swung open and the aggressive lady from earlier on pulled me forcefully and put me in a line of other ladies dressed even worse than me assembled with huge men guarding them so they won’t be able to pull something up.

She gave me a wicked grin before walking to what seemed like a stage. She began saying nasty and dirty comment on girls pleasuring men who were gathered there both old and young trading money for girls.

A girl with red hair wearing a short exposive red gown had tried hesitating by running away but ended up being shot in the forehead. I gasped with tears streaming down my face. She served as a lesson for other girls.

I was shaking my heart was beating faster than usual; I was next on line. The lady came pushing me forward to the stage; a bright spot light was shone on my body.

“It’s quite gentle, listens and follows order. It doesn’t counter back if you take good care of it. In other words, she is like a puppet” she added causing everyone to bursts into laughter. I felt tears pour down my face.

I felt disgraced. Why must it be me that evil deeds happen to?

“1000 dollars!” a voice yelled among the crowd.

I felt my blood boiling in anger and sadness. Why would any sane human think of doing this?

“2000 dollars!”

“8000 dollars!” the voices calling prices made me unable to move or do anything. It went on and went on.

“30,000 dollars”

“$50,000”

“100,000 do-” the sound of a loud gunshot interrupted everyone. I gazed at the direction of the sound; it was one of Michael’s men. He was shot in the chest by an unknown. A loud scream came from the multitude.

Everywhere went into chaos, people running helter skelter around.

Was I going to die on my auction day too?