Flashback: The auction

LADA'S POV :

I hadn't have the chance to continue what I had to say when that ass of a man punched me in my stomach, it made me crawl breathlessly. My body slumped on the floor with a loud thud. My vision started fading again but I shook it off. I had to escape and falling asleep won't make me do that.

Clearing my vision by simultaneously squinting my eyes and shaking my head, I finally began to completely see things, clearly.

I stood up from my position, still feeling the unutterable pain in my stomach and when I finally gained my strength, the man whom I bit his finger was already dragged out of the place. Only the man who punched me was there left with me.

"Puttana!" he shouted before he aggressively walked towards me and grabbed me by my arm. The grip was deep enough to leave a bruise in it. He tried dragging me to tie me again in my recent place, but of course, I didn't stupidly followed.

I tried kicking his scortch which failed anyways. He seemed used to this kind of encounters, he knew what had to come after.

After minutes of struggling from his grip, he finally managed to tie me again. This time, I was too weak to fight back. He's stronger than I thought.

I sobbed, accepting that I was defeated. He got up while chuckling evilly. "You're lucky we needed you in the auction. If not, you might as well been dumped lifeless or being fed to Bruno." he said with a strong accent of their language.

I cursed him and those other men inside my mind. I couldn't do anything beside from cursing them, cursing my fucked-up situation, and even my naive self. Should I really be grateful that I am to be auctioned and not being fed to a Bruno?

I waited in that dark room for what felt like eternity, sobbing. The door bursted open. "Take her to Barbara." a woman's voice. My vision was still blurry due to continuously crying, it was still adjusting.

A man suddenly entered and went in my direction. He untied my feet and my arms from the place but instead of completely freeing me, he put a chain on my left foot dragging me with it like a pet.

"You have to take a bath." the woman said. I can already see her face clearly. It was caked with heavy make-ups, concealing her wrinkles and her real age. Her voice betrayed her though 'cause she's clearly in her mid- 50s or 60s.

They took me into a room that consists of three bathrooms. It was okay. Not tiled or anything. The room was just painted with plain grey or maybe it was just a cement, I'm not sure, but it's literally the definition of dullness.

The man padlocked the chain in the circular-formed iron bar that was securely cemented at the wall of the bathroom I just entered. Oh and did I mention? No doors. From where we entered until in the bathrooms, no-freaking-doors!

I glanced at my side and to my surprise, the man never left. He was leaning on the wall that was directly facing the bathroom I just chose and to mention, no doors, he can just watch me strip like he's going to watch a live porno. I swiftly faced him cause I couldn't stand how he intensely staring at me.

"How am I supposed to take a bath if you're guarding me here and staring at me like a maniac?" I asked with an irritated tone, but he smiled sarcastically, making me more infuriated.

I crossed my arms and stared at him, raising one of my brows and pouting." Okay then. Let's just stare at each other forever." I said in a challenging tone. I was too tired on recently physically fighting for myself and taking a bath would be good to ease atleast my sore body, but with a man watching me do that, it's hella no—no.

He just rolled his eyes and immediately went away, giving me enough space to privately do my own stuff— if you call it private when he was still guarding me as he stood still in the doorway or entrance. Atleast he couldn't see me naked, I'm fine with that.

When I started taking a shower, I gave everything up. It was no use to fight anymore. I'm not in my place to mandate like a princess or what. Finishing my shower, I already smell like vanilla-strawberry. It was sweet like a young prostitute's perfume.

"Hey...uh... I don't have anything to wear!" I shouted to the man after realising I had no clothes other than my coiled clothes that was eventually splattered with bloods from the man's finger I had just bitten a while back.

He went away and came back after few minutes and gave me a towel that falls just below my butt. I am about to protest when the woman suddenly appeared. "It's about time." she said coldly while looking at me. There was something in her eyes that shows no sympathy. It was mainly flat like no soul at all.

She turned to the man and whispered God knows what before leaving us.

"What's your name?" I asked, trying to sound friendly though there was no answer. I dropped the act for it was no use to start a conversation.

He lead me to a bright room full of mirrors. "Hey! How are you? Come here." a woman at her 30's chimed with a welcoming smile.

This maybe is Barbara. She guided me to sit down in front of the largest mirror. There were make-ups and other beauty products I wasn't used to.

"I'm Ave. I do the make-up today." she introduced. "You're lucky that Barbara is absent. That bitch is a brute. What's your name?" she asked sounding friendly. I didn't want to be rude by ignoring her besides she's the first person kind to me after being kidnapped.

"I'm Violet... " I answered after seeing a violet robe. Of course, I still have to conceal whatever information about my private life. It is for security purposes my brother has taught me.

I smiled at her while still brainstorming on what surname I should use.

"Uh... Moore. Violet Moore." I continued.

After seconds of silence, I broke it by asking, "Why does that man not even talking. He kept on smirking or ignoring me." I asked while pointing at the man who stayed at the doorway.

"Oh... That's Andrew. He became one of the bouncers here. He was supposed to be dead by he's lucky, boss didn't so they just had to cut his tounge to silence him before he could spill any." she answered and I didn't ask anymore of the detail.

"Okay, Violet, I have to make you look beautiful but seeing how beautiful you are already, it'll make my job easier." she said and we both giggled.

"You know, you have the softest hair amongst the girls I've met." she said and it made me curious. "Why...how many girls they have put in here?" I asked in pure curiosity.

Ave pursed her lips as she scrunched her face like she's mentally counting and after that she sighed. "Many... I've lost counts." she said plainly.

"Well I guess, I'll just comb your hair and leave it as it is. I don't want to ruin your hair. They basically are virgin." she said, changing the topic but I didn't mind. I smiled at what she said and nodded.

After few minutes of putting light make-up on my face, it was done. My face had a light blush on and a soft pink lipstick making it looked natural and she just added mascara on my eyelashes.

"Done!" she sung, excitedly. I kept on laughing at her expression until I noticed what I am still wearing. "Ave... What do I have to wear?" I asked and she suddenly tensed before leaving me for a while.

She came back and I couldn't hide how horrified I was when I saw what she was carrying for me— a red lacy lingerie.

"This." she extended her hand to give me the material, with a sad expression. "I'm sorry, Violet but we don't have a choice." she said and I was about to cry.

I couldn't imagine myself wearing the lacy material. There was no way I was going to wear that. I whimpered. "I..." I wanted to say something, I was going to reject when the old woman came in.

"Fretta! Cosa fai ancora? È quasi ora!" (Hurry! What are you still doing? It's about time!)

She shouted, looking irritated at Ave.

"You!" she turned to face me. "Hurry up and wear what was given to you!"

I furiously shook my head. "Okay... Wear that or wear nothing? Hurry!" she threatened.

I didn't have the choice. I wore the red lingerie in front of them since there was no fitting room. I cried, whimpered.

"Shh." Ave came to my side and comforted me. "You'll just have to wait for the time and you're out of here. You'll be fine." but none of everything she said soothed me.

"Where are they going to take me?" I asked Ave.

"To the auction."