Amelia's POVIt had been more than a week since that dreadful call with Damien that had ended abruptly when Elena had probably saved me from more word vomit but we would never even know what Damien's response was now or if he even wanted to still rescue me after what I had told him. But everywhere had seemed quiet after that call and I assumed that the bidding market plans had been stalled since even Cassius had not said anything about it and I knew it because I had been eavesdropping as much as I could, whenever I could. As I stared at my reflection this morning, I realized that I was long overdue for a haircut, my thick black hair already tangling at the tips as the strands stopped at my lower back. My large emerald green eyes still had eye bags but they were not as dark as they usually would look like because I had not been having nightmares for the last couple of days, a small mercy I believed that I cherished because I had no idea when it was going to return with a vengeance.

Amelia's POVYou know that feeling where you can almost taste that something is wrong? Where you can literally feel it on your skin but cannot place it? That was exactly what I felt when Elizabeth entered the living room with a grim look on her face and her hand tight on the phone that she was holding. "It's from the Master. Two of you are going to dress up because you are going somewhere tonight " She said and we all looked at each other in confusion, wondering who she was referring to. "Lydia, Tracy, both of you should head upstairs and get dressed." She added and it was not just me that looked in the direction of the two girls who equally looked as confused as I was. As all of us were.Why had Cassius asked them to get dressed? What was the occasion for? And why was there no information about why they had to be dressed now? When I looked at Elena, she raised her shoulders in confusion and I realized that even my friend, who used to have all the information about all that was h

Amelia's POV"What's going to happen to us?" Tracy asked into the dark room and even though I had an idea of what was probably going to happen once we got to that stage out there, I didn't know how I was going to tell her. I didn't even know if I believed that I was about to be sold like a loaf of bread to some power-hungry supernatural or human looking for someone to brutally oppress and break their spirit. I didn't believe that here I was dressed like a slut because that was the only way I was going to be appealing to those people out there and get someone that was going to bid for me. And as I looked at Lydia and Tracy's scared faces, I wondered who was going to buy them. Would it be a vampire with a thirst for human blood? Would it be a werewolf? What was I even saying? I didn't even know who was going to buy me. I didn't even know if Damien was out there and if after everything that I had said to him, he was still interested in buying me. If I were him, I probably would n

Amelia's POVRunning. I was running. I knew I was having the same nightmare that made my skin crawl at night even inside the night terrors. I knew that just as I was trapped here, so was the beast. No escape route. Nothing.I was sitting in the center of an open field, playing a game of chess all on my own but I could feel a presence, moving the pieces on the board just like I was. Trying to wake up, I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I was in a classroom. Not just any classroom but the classroom that I had started in as a freshman. In the high school that Cassius had enrolled me in.I knew how this nightmare was going to play out because I had this nightmare too often but it didn't stop the dread from licking my bones. Unlike the previous nightmares however, I was sitting in the classroom on the teacher's seat and the next minute and when I looked outside the glass windows, the sun was out in the sky and it was bright, giving the illusion that it was daylight but instead

Amelia's POVEven though the room was cold from the air conditioning, I felt sweat pool on my forehead in horror. Damien looked back at me, waiting for a response calmly as if he did not just say to me that Cassius was here and wanted to take me back. It was too good to be true then. I could never escape Cassius. Because it was not more than twenty-four hours that I had escaped the bidding market and he had somehow traced me to this place and of course, he wanted me back. He would rather lose everything than allow me to have the tiniest bit of happiness. I remembered his last words to me the last time he had forced himself on me. 'You think you can leave me, Amelia? Know this. The only day you will be able to leave me is in a body bag. I'll kill you before I give you a chance to leave me, do you understand?' My blood chilled as I imagined facing him again and having to go back with him. The glee that would be on his face when he saw me. The way he would look so proud to have fou