Chapter 3

It was finally my turn to be auctioned out.

I stood before the grand, dimly lit stage with my heart racing with fear and anticipation of what was yet to come. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, cigarette and the whispers of the wealthy men.

As I stepped onto the stage, sudden quietness fell over the crowd. I saw a bunch of faces, their eyes fixed on me with a picture of lust in it.

The auctioneer's voice boomed through the hall, echoing through the hall. "Gentle men I present to you number 1 from lot 17, the best that there is among his girls. Bid high, she's precious", he said with a wide smile.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, I had been prepared for this moment, trained to seduce and entice but nothing could have prepared me for the reality of being sold like a commodity to some rich pig.

As the music started, I began to dance, swaying my hips graciously for the crowd, my movement were sensual and deliberate. I felt the eyes of disgusting men on me, their gazes were burning with desire. My face was covered as always so I could make my expressions peacefully. Although my eyes were left open for the crowd to see. My eye make up was dark and heavy so it looked seductive.

The bidding started almost immediately I started dancing, the numbers escalated rapidly as the wealthy men fought for my attention. I saw their faces flush with excitement and their eyes twinkle with lust.

I danced and danced, my whole body weaving with spells of deep seduction, I looked up at the crowd making deep eye contact with the ones I found most wealthy. I wonder if father would get good food to eat tonight if I sell for a good price. I felt like a puppet, a mere object being bought.

I danced more seductively and sensual jiggling my partly exposed chest for the crowd to see, I had to do all it took to be sold for a good price, father must eat well tonight.

I heard their prices going higher and higher.

"1,000,000 gold coins", a man shouted from the crowd, he had the highest bid. Everywhere went silent for a minute, I almost thought I was about to get sold to Him until...

"100 diamond stones", a man's deep voice echoed from the crowd. Everyone gasped, even the auctioneer gasped at his words. From my knowledge 1 diamond stone worths 10,000,000 gold coins and he was willing to pay 100, For me?

"The king of the West?", a man gasped from the crowd and everywhere became noisy all of a sudden. The sound of murmurs could be heard as the auctioneer started the countdown.

As the auctioneer's hammer fell to signal the end of the bidding, the tall figure stood up from his seat at the back of the crowd. He walked with grace as his long strides ate up the distance between his seat and the stage.

His clothes were a deep, rich black that seemed to absorb the light around him. They were shiny and intriguing with threads of gold and silver that glittered as he moved. The fabric flowed behind him like a dark waterfall, the long sleeves and hem hanging out as he walked showing so much aura and grace, he dressed the best in all of the crowd as it seemed. He was called the king of the West, quite intriguing. I sold for a good price, I'll beg Arnold to give father a good meal.

This man's over all effect was one of commanding presence, as if he owned the very air he breathed. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he approached. I was still dancing because the music had not stopped but my movements became less confident.

His face was covered with a golden mask, designed to conceal his features from the public. He stopped at the edge of the stage and raised his hand up causing the music to stop.

"Turn around", he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

I hesitated for a moment unsure of how to respond but I was trained not to dusobey. I slowly turned around feeling his eyes on me like a physical touch.

He walked around me with his eyes scanning me from head to toe. I felt like a specimen under a microscope being examined.

"Stop", he commanded with his voice form.

I froze as my heart pounded in my chest.

"You are mine now", he stated wth his voice dripping with possession. "You will do as I say, when I say it, do you understand?", he whispered in my ear as he stood behind me.

"I'm done here", the buyer declared as he stepped off the stage. "I don't need any other... Slave"

The auctioneer nodded, a smile spread across his disgusting face.

"Very well my king, you've purchased this precious commodity for the price of 100 diamond stones, she's yours now. Please go to where you make payment",

The man nodded with his golden mask glistening in the light. "See that she's prepared for me, I'll send for her shortly", he commanded and walked away.

The auctioneer bowed, his eyes darted to me before returning to the buyer.

What did he mean by prepare? What would happen to me now that I was his property?

"The buyer's guards can now take her to the preparation room", the auctioneer pointed at me.

I felt hands grip me from behind as I was dragged away from the stage.

I glanced back seeing the man's retreating figure as his long black attire flowed behind him like a dark cloud.

I was sold to a king? And for that price. Father would definitely eat tonight. I wonder how he's holding up. I miss him so much. Would he be proud of me if he found out I was sold to a king? What would be his reaction? Is he still crying? I need his hug so badly right now, I miss him so much.