AUCTION III

ADELINE'S POV

Veronica walks us out of the room and leads us towards a stage where she asks each and every one of us to climb on the stands that were set for us. She leads me towards a stand at the front and in the middle, the biggest of them all and asks me to pose on it. We're supposed to change our poses every five minutes and Veronica says a bell will be rung to signal us on when to change our poses.

We have to come up with new poses and never repeat the same ones twice or else Veronica says the guests will get bored and no one will want to buy us and we'll get shot in the head. Beautiful. Above our stands, there is a money counter that goes up every time someone bids on us, showing their name. So that the men buying us don't even need to talk. All they need to do is press a button. That is how easy the entire thing is.

As she passes around orders, I have this urge to ask her about Colton, to ask her about Naomi but that will only get me punished and I do not want to go through anything right now that will leave even more scars on my soul. I just want this all to end. I need it to end.

If I am going to be bought, I need to get it over and done with. I want this night to be over already. I am not prepared for the life I will live after this day but I know that I will welcome it because I have no other choice. It's either I accept it and live with hope everyday or get myself killed and I am certainly not ready to die no matter how suicidal I may seem.

Dante was supposed to make his move tonight and although security is pretty tight tonight, I'm still clinging on the hope that I will see him and Liam tonight. Even if I end up dying, I just want one glance at the man I have been friends with since I was a child and then man who taught me how to love again in a matter of months. I just want one more glimpse of us.  I need it. If they don't come, I will be disappointed, but I'll understand if they give up. I mean I have so who am I to judge.

"You all know what to do. Don't disappoint me." Veronica walks away and leaves us up on the stage. After a few seconds, I see a shadow walking towards the girls and I and when they come close enough to me, I realize it's Adrian. He is the last person I want to see tonight. The last person I want to see ever. I just want him to go away. Why will he not go away?

I stand taller in front of him due to the fact that I'm standing on a higher circular platform that will turn slowly but constantly for the entirety of the auction until I am bought.

Adrian's hands rise and they settle under my breasts. He cups both my breasts from my dress and my body immediately reacts to his foreign hands as I remember him forcefully shoving inside me.

"This should all be mine." He says referring to my body as he looks me up and down wit a predatory look in his eyes. I want to push him away. I want to spit on him but I keep a straight face despite the war going on inside me. He breathes heavily as his hands graze the flesh on my thighs.

"I hate you for making me do what I did to you." He says. "You could have been mine Adeline. All mine." I ignore his words and hum a song to myself internally. If I focus on him right now, I'll break down and I did too much work with my make-up for it to just be ruined because of someone as despicable as Adrian Wellington.

"God. You're so fucking perfect." He says as his hands make their way to my ass. "Arthur is really going to have a good time with you before he finally decides to kill you."

His hands travel to the back of my thighs and he grips my ass. I tense up but I keep my gaze forwards, looking at everything but him.

"Too bad you're just a bitch!" He lands a slap on my ass and then moves backwards. I immediately feel better once his hands are off me. I look down and I can see a hard on from his trousers and it disgusts me. He's not even trying to hide it as he smirks at me.

"Maybe Arthur will let me have some fun with you before he takes you away. What do you think Angel?" He asks me in a mocking and menacing voice before he looks me up and down one more time and then walks away. I let out a sigh of relief once he is out of my sight.

Dante and Liam better come here tonight. Even if they are not able to save me, I sure hope they are able to kill the devil that is Adrian Wellington and if I'm even lucky, I might be present while they are torturing him. Actually, I want to do I myself. I want to drive a knife in an out of his thigh continuously and then I want to saw off his dick.

I want to skin him alive. I want to do so many bad things to him and I know all these thoughts aren't healthy but they're all I have. If I cannot act on them, at least I can think about them. I want to kill all these people over and over in my head until it becomes a reality. That is what they deserve.

I never once thought I would be a murderer but the day I was kidnapped, I killed two people. It was nothing but my survival instinct kicking in and I felt bad about it for days. I have a theory that no human should have enough power to be able to decide whether or not another lives. I never wanted to be in a situation where I held the power to decide the fate of another human being but here I am, wanting to do the very thing I have always been against and I honestly do not care.

If they have decided that they hold the power to do despicable things to people then they should be able to take it when despicable things are done to them. They should be able to handle the consequences of their actions just like Veronica said to Colton.

Their karma will come and it will be glorious and I dream of the day that I will be present to watch it.

"Good luck girls!" I hear Silver's voice from beside me. Her voice is strong and confident just as it has always been from the moment I set eyes on her. She's one of Veronica's favorite and she has no doubt that she will be bought today. The other girls stay silent but I turn my head around and give Silver a look.

I also turn and look at the girl that Silver and I helped, giving her a nod of reassurance. None of us will die tonight. We can't die. The lights in the huge hall that the auction is supposed to take place comes on and guests flood the hall. The hall is just like how I imagined it to be. Grandiose and gothic with historical paintings on the wall, all of naked women. Some paintings are beautiful but others are just plain disgusting. Featuring men abusing and beating up women. Just more sick stuff to feed into these men's fantasies.

The ceilings are vaulted with pointed arches and black flowers that adorn the walls. The glasses are stained with many different colors reflecting off them that give the room and enchanted look. The pillars in the room are imposing and there are stands next to some of the pillars for the younger girls. I can't wait to see Della for the last time and see how she is handling all these. I always wonder about her.

She said she had a mother and friends. A mother that is somewhere right now worrying sick about what the hell has happened to her daughter. The air in the room is thick with a sense of anticipation. The smell of aged wood and alcohol make my senses tingle. The atmosphere is nothing short of sophisticated and I cannot believe that this much work was put into satisfying monsters like these.

Light music starts playing as the guests flood the hall. There aren't many of them, just about thirty men walk into the huge hall and start interacting with one another. It's not yet time for us, the erotica dolls to start changing our poses so we all stand, chest up and head high like Veronica taught us, making the most seductive parts of our chests as visible as possible.

There are huge seems behind us that are zoomed in on each one of the girls so the guests can have a better look at what they are buying. Only ten of u will be bought to night, even though there are roughly thirty men inside here. It must be some sick rule created to further feed into their fantasies. I wonder what is so pleasurable about watching girls die. I guess not all the men in here actually have an interest in the erotica girls. Some of the men are like Adrian Wellington. They are only investors that want to fill their pockets and the other men are here just to throw money around. I will never understand it and I don't even think I want to. I just want to get this night over and done with.

As I stand on the stage, I squint my eyes and my heart starts beating rampantly as I notice Arthur walk into the room with all the confidence in the world. He is just as I remember him, imposing and so sure of himself. He seems to notice me staring at him because his eyes meet mine and he grabs a glass of champagne and raises it up to me. I keep my face emotionless and focus on standing just like Veronica taught me to.

The day is here. The day I get sold like an animal and all I can think about right now are the people that I still care about. All I can think about are the people I haven't said goodbye to, but I guess this is my life now and all I can do is take it for what it is because there is nothing a helpless girl like me can do.

Let the auction begin.