Sold Again

Erika p.o.v

Vincent dragged me out of the elevator holding my hair in his fist and proceed in a different direction where other different elevators are located.

Meanwhile, a man wearing a bodyguard uniform passed by us, leading a bunch of bodyguards and rushing towards the other elevator where is that man from earlier, already waiting for them.

They surrounded him while seizing the whole area in a blink.

Vincent stuffed me inside one of the elevators. He is swearing and cursing over me all the way, but never loses his grip on my hair not even for a second.

I have no idea where we are heading to.

" I'm going to skin you alive in front of all the people in the banquet so all the slaves are here can get a lesson from you...you have no idea, Erika, what you have done tonight.

You dig your own grave....bi*ch"

Vincent hissed at me while his tone laced with anger and annoyance. He is dragging me like a rag doll and it is really difficult for me to match up with his pace. I tumbled down two or three times midway.

My heart sank into my stomach as he dragged me toward the banquet hall. All the slaves looked horrified after observing my condition while the people from the noble class sneered at me.

He pushed me to the same small stage, and a table is placed over it. Vincent's bodyguard made me bend over the table, I'm trying to protest hard but three men are much stronger than me.

Embarrassment shoots through my system as I realize, I'm only wearing a man's shirt, which bearly covers my as*, and now I'm bending over, sure to everyone present in the hall can witness me in my undergarments.

They separated my hands and tied them to the niche of the table making me entirely helpless. I examined the whole area and find Xavier sitting in the gallery with a demonic smirk plastered to his face.

I gazed around more and discover something that left me frightened to the core. My jaw kissed the ground and my eyes got out of the socket.

And the reason for my anxiety is the man earlier from the elevator, Whom I tried to take under the gun and want to use as my cover, he is sitting on the majestic chair which belonged to the " KING OF MAFIA".

He is staring at me with curiosity. His seemed dangerous and emotionlessness. l can feel my anxiety level increase and my mouth felt dry. My stomach is churning with fear while I gulp down saliva to ease my nervousness.

After observing him sitting out there, one thing I can confirm is that

tonight is my last night in this world and I'm going to kiss my life goodbye. But If I'm going to die, I'm going to accept it with grace and held my head high.

With this thought, I stared back at him with the equivalent coldness. He narrowed his eyes at me and gave

me a death glare while I'm repeating

his action.

Our glaring competition is at its peak when I suddenly felt a sharp pain on the back of my thigh.

" Lower...your eyes bi*ch!!!!"

Vincent growled at me while gritting his teeth. He is furious and it's pretty much understandable. The stunt I pulled off on Xavier, Vincent is going to pay a hefty amount for it. Maybe double since I'm his slave and it's his responsibility to keep us on track.

But I'm curious to know what price he will pay for pointing a gun at the Mafia King, probably 'Death'. This thought crosses my head and gifted a smirk to my lips.

" I SAY...LOWER YOUR EYES...WH*RE!!!!!"

As time passed, he is enraged because I'm not listing to him at all and still glaring at the man who is sitting above in the gallery, like a king.

He whipped me with his cane and scrape my skin. In an instant blood started to flow out of my wounds. The pain is so unbearable that I wanted to shout over my lungs but I didn't want to give Vincent any kind of satisfaction.

Thus, I just gritted my teeth and survive the pain but never lower my eyes. Vincent is furious by my behavior and he reacted like a madman, he whipped me severely in a row, without caring about counting.

But out of blue, the man in the gallery winked in my direction. I'm dumbfounded and can't possess what just happened. Then he winked at me again and I can feel a heat raised inside me. I lower my eyes with shame for a moment and averted my gaze somewhere else.

" You are ruining a product, Vincent"

That man's deep and cold voice came out from the gallery and resonated throughout the ball hall. Vincent's cane stopped in mid-air as he paid attention to the words. He is going to hit me again but restrain himself.

" She deserves this punishment master.."

Before Vincent can assert anything, Xavier declared in a hard tone while he pointed a finger at me.

" I pay three million for her and what, I get a slap?... I want my money back with a penalty and I will never buy a slave from Vincent in the future."

He added further as he is fuming with anger. His words are filled with frustration and annoyance.

" Ho...how can...I pay this much money master. I barely make any money tonight and paying six million is more than enough. Additionally, nobody wants to buy her after what she accomplished. She becomes such a headache for me."

Vincent pleaded with the man, he is a greedy and corrupt soul and never going to learn his lesson. But being a witness to him begging for mercy gave me a kind of satisfaction.

" I'll buy her. How much do you want? Just give a number Vincent and Mr. Willams....you will get your money too."

The man's words once again echoed in the arena but this time they left me flabbergasted. ' I WILL BUY HER' his words are sending a shiver down my spine.

I observed everyone get silent over his statements, just like a blanket of tranquility draped over the audience.

" Thank you...Master. But she's not tame, I...I can't sell her to you."

Vincent responded fearfully but greed still tingle in his eyes. He looked at me in confusion and then look at the man whilst gulping down his saliva to dehydrate his dry throat.

" She's not the one you can tame...Vincent Just say the price, sign the papers, and return Mr. William's money"

The man proclaimed with a royalty aura and his tone is filled with authority. People attending the whole scenario are like a show on a free ticket.

" Fi....fiv...five million, Sir, and of course, I return the money to Mr. William"

Vincent shuddered with fear, his face is pale as a ghost while talking to the man but still, his greed dominate his senses.

The man asserted something in a low voice (that I can't be heard because of the distance) to a bodyguard standing beside him and the bodyguard hands him over a chequebook.

Then he elegantly signs a cheque and his bodyguard delivered the cheque to Vincent and he accepted it with a nervous face.

His bodyguard shifted in my direction as he gestured to his subordinate to untie me and take me out of the ballroom.

I'm stupefied at what happened to me, I'm sold, escape, and ' Sold Again' in a single evening.

And I have no idea where my destiny going to lead me this time.