Prisoner To The Mafia King
Thunderous clapping continued till I couldn't hear myself think.
“Two of these girls have already been analyzed.” He announced.
“Sofia, step forward.”
Men rolled Sofia's cage forward; under the lights, she was pale.
I stared at her blonde, wet hair and her intense blue eyes.
“Sofia has been analyzed; details of her analysis will be shared with the highest bidder. Her opening bid is two hundred million dollars! Let the bidding begin!”
“Two-fifty!”
“Four hundred!”
“Four fifty.”
“Eight hundred million,” came from a deep, commanding voice, and everything was dead quiet.