Chapter 14: at the auction

Sarah’s POV

The burning spotlight and the threatening faces glaring at her only added to her unease as she stands at the centre of her preys. The luminescence only helps to make her nakedness more obvious, with her head drooped. She can't look up. Timid. Scared. Or broken. She can't place those emotions encircling her.

She has been warned to keep up her best self. The only way to escape this is to win the highest bid and hope that whoever buys her is less of a beast compared to the rest of the mafia lords she's encountered.

Shit! If only her father were still alive, she’s certain her life can't be as bad as its turning out to be. She could have ignored all their differences and requested help from him. But now, she’s all alone.

The prices are called. Skyrocketing. It’s going just as planned. The speaker blares as the announcer exclaims at every raise.

“a thousand dollar,” a thick voice booms. Sarah is tempted to look up. For the first time, she's hearing such a voice that begs to b