Taming Mr. Black

Mia's POV

My heart raced as I shivered in fright. I was standing backstage, blindfolded, hands tied behind my back, and naked. Not the type of naked like you're wearing an open swimsuit and feeling insecure, but freaking butt naked.

"We've saved the best for last. Here's Mia, a twenty-four-year-old ready to fulfill all your needs."

He just called my name! I thought it was a mistake - if he was who I thought he was, how would he know my name and age? I questioned myself, my heart still beating in terror of what's about to happen.

Two men came forward and dragged me onto the stage. The first one untied my hands before following the other one to drag me.

No, I don't want to go. I struggled to set myself free from their iron grip, but my efforts were completely useless because I was thrown onto the stage like a ragdoll.

"We don't need to mishandle our product." I heard the guy with the microphone warn the two guys who threw me on the stage.

Product! That darn bastard called me a product! I'll show them who's a product...

I stood up and yanked the blindfold off my eyes.

Well... Maybe that was a bad move. Soon enough, I discovered that I was standing on a stage with dozens of different pairs of eyes watching me, well, my body. Some whistled while others laughed. I panicked, quickly using my hands to cover my breasts and my lower abdomen, but it was just impossible; my hands were too small.

"Ok, as you all can see, Mia here is a feisty one; she would be good for all you young folks." The... I don't even know what to call him - since he was like an MC, so I'll say MC. The MC gestured for me to turn around, and I shook my head immensely.

There was no way I was acknowledging the fact I was a product for them to check.

The MC walked toward me harshly, grabbing my hands, which I was using to cover my breasts, and turned me around. "See, this girl got nice stuff."

"Get your hands away from me." I spoke for the first time since I was dragged into a bathroom and scrubbed clean by a maid. My teeth were clenched together tightly as I stared right at the stupid MC.

"See what I mean, fierce..." The MC joked about my actions, which got the other men seated laughing also. I glared at each and every one of them seated there. Was this a joke to them? Was I a joke to them?

"Since this one was newly brought in, bidding starts at two thousand dollars, increases with a thousand dollars." My eyes widened when I heard the amount that bastard wanted to sell me for. Two thousand dollars? Wow, that's a lot of money. For a struggling artist like myself, two thousand dollars was a lot of money.

"Three thousand dollars..."

"Ten thousand dollars..." I was surprised by the amount they called at first, but after a few bids, I became used to it. Rich people, always ready to throw their money away.

The bidding continued; a person said five hundred thousand dollars, and the rest just stopped bidding. Some grumbled but still dropped their bidding cards.

"Five hundred thousand dollars going once, going twice..." The MC, the auctioneer, was about to strike his little hammer on the table when I suddenly spoke up.

"I never said I wanted to be bought." I said calmly, even though I had no calm bones in my body at the moment. Only frightened, angry, and embarrassed ones.

The man looked both sides, as if I wasn't talking to him. Pointing at himself, he asked, "Were you talking to me?"

No, I was talking to the idiot behind your glasses. I badly wanted to say, but bit my tongue and held it in. I was in the presence of most of the richest and powerful men in the country; one word from them, I would be done for, but my mouth just wouldn't shut up.

"Of course I was; did you see anyone behind you when you checked?" I asked sarcastically. For a moment there, I forgot I was butt naked.

"Did your parents not teach you manners, little girl? You mouth should be full of thanks, and not spitting rubbish." The MC spark earning a snort from me.

That was what everyone had been telling me since I got here. Hello, I was freaking kidnapped from my town and dragged all the way here. Who what and why should I be grateful?

"You want a thank you? For what exactly? Huh who in the hell said I wanted to be bought?" I asked the MC shocking him. Guess he thought I wouldn't speak back, well he thought wrong because even I can't control my tongue when I get this mad. 

"I advise you to keep you mouth shut, or else..."

"Or else what? You'll ruin your product for the buyer..." I said pointing at the old idiot who wanted to buy me for five hundred thousand dollars.

I would confess, that was a huge amount of money but I wasn't for sale. 

"He was an old man which I could bet was in his late sixties of early seventies. A man like that would have more than two wives but still look for a woman outside to satisfy his needs. 

Tsk tsk

I shook my head in disgrace. 

The MC calmed down when I pointed at the old man, who guess he was someone big in the city, if not in the whole country. 

"I don't care about what's happening here, but I promise not to sue if you'll take me home right now." I said in the most threatening voice I could muster. 

The hall went silent, before everyone burst in a loud laughter. 

What was so funny?

Did they think I was bluffing?

I looked around and saw everyone of them was laughing, except one guy.

A handsome guy was seated at the back, silently but intensely watching me. His gaze was so intense that I became aware that I was not wearing any clothes.

Covering my body with my hands would be useless, so I looked away hoping to forget it again. 

"Look here honey..." Did he just call me honey?

"You can try to call whosoever you wish, the police are like pawns to the people here, so I advise you respect yourself before they choose to humble you." He warned.

 

I could swear all the hairs on my hair stood up in fright. 

I felt the shiver down my spine when I saw the look on his face. 

He was serious, seriously serious. 

But I couldn't just back down like this. My pride just wouldn't let me. 

"Fine... Then... Then... I'll just," I struggled to find something threatening to say, but my brain was to scared to think of anything at the moment. 

The MC looked away from me and picked up his little hammer which he dropped earlier to confront me. 

"Sold to ..." My heart raced. 

Was this how I would he turned to a slave? 

"No no no, I can't take her." The old man who raised a bid for five hundred thousand, said stopping the MC from hitting his hammer on the table. 

I breath a sigh of relief. 

"Why?" The MC asked confusedly.

I was also curious so I brought all my attention to him.

"She's too much. She might as well kill me with high blood pressure from too much talking." The old man explained. 

I smiled in relief. 

For the first time my mouth saved me instead of putting me in more trouble. 

I inspected the MC face but instead of anger or sadness I expected to see on his face, I saw a sadistic smile plastered there. 

"What's going on?" I asked my tone trembling, when the huge men from earlier climbed the stage and began walking towards me. 

I think I spoke, well thought too soon. 

I looked towards the MC for an explanation. I could bet he could see the worry in my eyes because he smiled even harder as he walked towards me. 

Bending down he whispered into my ears. 

"Women that don't get sold because of some reasons, we have those reasons taken care of. And since you're case is because of your mouth..." He left the sentence incomplete but I understood it as clear as crystal. 

They were going to cut off my tongue. 

"Please, I'm sorry, I just didn't know what was going, I..." I begged, but my pleas fell on deaf ears.

And just when I thought, it was over for my mouth, I heard a voice that sounded like an angel. 

"I'll buy her, for a million dollars!"