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Chapter 1

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Chapter 2

The man's hand on my chin steadies my head as he ensures that every set of hungry eyes in the room as a clear view of my face. I let my expression remain unreadable, even as their gazes crawls over my skin like filth. The first bid comes fast. "Fifty thousand." A voice from the left rings out. The slicked back hair man gleams like he has already won. The expression causes my stomach to turn. "Sixty," another counters.The numbers then begin to climb, being tossed around the room like poker chips at a high-end table. Seventy. Eighty. Ninety. My price raises with each greed and with every call, the air grows thicker, more suffocating. I am nothing more than an investment to them. A possession. A thing to be bought and claimed. I swallow back the bile burning in my throat. The women seated in the room sip their expensive drinks, some feign disinterest, and others watch on with sharp and cruel eyes. They are just as complicit in this as the men, perhaps even more so. They know what

Chapter 3

I don't know how long I've been out but the first thing I notice when I wake up is the weight of the silence. No movement.No sound. The only thing I hear is the faint hum of what I can assume is a distant air conditioner. My body feels sluggish and heavy like I've been asleep for days but I'm not sure. I blink my eyes open slowly, feeling disoriented and out of sorts. The light is muted, soft in its descent from the ceiling above. I take a moment to adjust and focus on the space around me. The room is sparse and decorated in soft, neutral tones. It's nothing too fancy but the quality of the sparse furniture is unmistakable. It's rich and expensive. The bed beneath me is soft and smooth against my skin. It's a far cry from the cold and sterile environment I had expected. I try to stand up but my body protests. My limbs are stiff, my muscles are sore from being drugged and dragged around through God knows where. I try to take in my surroundings, but everything feels off. A table si

Chapter 4

A shower is what I need before whatever comes next. The place is too much of an upgrade to pass up a moment of comfort plus I need to think. I push the bathroom door open and enter, the luxuriousness of it almost brings me to tears, I haven't seen a real bathroom in so long. Back at the pit, all the girls shared a communal shower under the perverted gaze of guards. Now standing here, the sleek countertop and the giant tub feels like a distant dream. The marble floors and soft lighting is almost too much to take in. I close the door behind me, the quiet sound of the lock clicks in place in the otherwise silent room. I stand for a moment and just take in the space. The shower looks like something straight out of a magazine that is wide, open and with floor-to-ceiling glass and a rainfall showerhead. This is the kind of privacy I've craved for the longest. I run my hands over the smooth stone of the sink. For a second I think about just getting on with it and go downstairs like he wan

Chapter 5

The older man watches me intently. The gleam in his eyes is something between cruel amusement and sick satisfaction. He takes another slow deliberate sip from his glass, as if savouring the moment. He's clearly a man that enjoys his victories drawn out."You were never just some random acquisition," he muses as he sets down the glass. "We knew exactly who you were the moment you stepped onto that stage... but, perhaps more importantly, we knew exactly who would come looking for you."The air around us grows thick as the weight of his words slowly presses down on my chest. I can't help but to curl my fingers into fists on my lap as hot anger surges through me like a forest fire."You're bait," the man continues in that sick smooth almost mocking tone of his. "Your ex-fiancé made some unfortunate enemies, and you? Well, you're quite the prize possession, aren't you?"I silently clench my jaw so tight at the insufferable matter-of-fact tone it starts to ache. The thought of that bastard-

Chapter 6

I've been in this hellhole for six days. At least I think so. I've been moved to a different room days ago so it's hard to keep track when there are no windows, or a damn clocks, but at least I get a locked door. The random intervals of when they bring food is absolute insanity. Dinner, lunch and breakfast is served sometimes in the middle of the night or even in the middle of the day. It's all blurred into one long stretch of confusion. Sometimes I hear footsteps in the hallway, but that doesn't help with the time. I am crouched down by the sink, water drips from my naked body but I ignore it. I am on a mission. The sound of my breath echoes in my ear as I hastily make a small singular scratch into the cardboard roll. One line for today. They are six tallies now. That's all I have. It's strange, how the days stretch and bend, like rubber, until everything feels like it's been forever. Today's slower than usual, the kind of slow that makes the air feel heavy. I wonder if

Chapter 7

"You let him die," he says quietly, "and I start with you, bella."The weight of the gun pressed at my temple is terrifyingly real but so is the blood pooling beneath the man sprawled on the cold floor. The metallic tang of blood that clings to the air is slowly starting to curl into my nostrils. My stomach lurches as nausea slowly takes over and settles at the back of my throat. The dark stream of blood that had already seeped into the grout is slowly drying in jagged lines like spilled ink on paper.I can't die. Not here and certainly not like this. With shallow heaving breaths my bare knees hit the cold concrete as if on instinct. Pain shoots up my spine on impact, but I barely register it. I can't think, I must act. My hands press against the man's chest, and in a matter of seconds they become slippery with a kind of warmth that shouldn't be outside of his body. I apply more pressure as I ignore the screaming voice in my head telling me I'm out of my depth here. That he's too fa

Chapter 8

The room was thick with the scent of expensive cologne that is overwhelmingly sharp yet bitter. The scent mingles with something darker, something heavy that presses down on my chest like a stone. Power. Control. Obsession. Those clings to the air too like smoke.At the far end of the ridiculously long mahogany table, the Ice King sits like a predator surveying his prey. His posture is relaxed but every inch of him radiates command. His hand is tangled in the glossy dark hair of the woman kneeling before him. Her movements are mechanical and rehearsed, with wet pliant lips that trace a path along his skin.Her eyes never dared meet his or mine. They are fixed somewhere distant, or maybe fixed on the shame of this moment. I can see the faint tremble in her jaw and the almost imperceptible quiver in her hands, but she doesn't stop. She too is playing a dangerous game, one that's clearly kept her alive here.This is exactly where I sat on my first night here --- just days ago --- and now

Chapter 9

I wake to the sound of the door unlocking. There is knocking or footsteps, just the sharp click of metal turning. It's like I'm in a cage and the zookeeper is coming in with a leash.I sit up instantly with the dull brown cotton sheets twist around my frame. I must've fallen asleep a few hours ago without meaning to, the exhaustion from last night had knocked me out cold. My body feels a bit rested, but my mind is on high alert.The door opens, and a man I haven't seen before steps in. He's tall, built like a brick wall, dressed in all black... and wearing sunglasses inside. By the looks of it, he's the kind of man who never has to say a word to be terrifying. "Come,"His instruction leaves no room for negotiation. Relucatantly, I slide my bare feet into the slippers by the bed. I haven't been granted the privilege of brushing my teeth but then again— I was never given the luxury of pretending this is normal. The man slips out of the room, and I silently fall behind him. The hallway

Chapter 10

He's still way too close. The warmth of his breath lingers on my skin, brushing the cool air like something I can't scrub off. His dark brown eyes search my mines like he's looking for a sign of weakness. A flicker. A tremble. Anything but I give him nothing.The place where I was sold off like cheap stock taught me a few things. It taught me how to smile while men scraped filth across my dignity. It taught me how to keep my gaze steady when my stomach turned. Most importantly it taught me how to bury disgust so deep, even I almost forget it's there."Pick up your feet," he calls lazily over his shoulder as his back is already to me like the scene bores him now.The brown-haired hound who clearly lives to please him is on me again. Her boots crunch the gravel as she adjusts her stance. She didn't drop the knife after the first hit. Of course not. She holds it like it's now a part of her hand --- natural, possessive, and itching for permission to strike again.I don't move. "Pick up wh

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