CHAPTER 7 - BECAME HIS POSSESSION

I stood there, my hands and legs stretched, trying to maintain a calm demeanor, my eyes wide open only to welcome a crowd who sat in the dark. I could smell the cleaning agent, powerful and strong, blocking my nose from my own arousal. The cold Air conditioning from the ceiling kept rotating, touching my bearskin, sending shivers down my spine. There were spotlights before me, like a combination of colours in the electrical circuit.

2 red in the centre followed by a blue and white light on either side. The spotlights above me made it difficult to keep my eyes open. Their direct beam kept hitting my face, as I strained my eyes to focus on the pitch darkness that presented itself before me.

Sometimes I wondered how I looked to the people sitting beyond this stage. Like an animal in need of shelter, or a horny slut wanting to be savoured. Either way, the situation remained the same; I was nothing but a tool for satisfaction, to satisfy what they call "primal instincts."

I have never had sex, nor had anyone touch me beyond a kiss. The tongue was excluded too. It was already etched in my mind, like a rule, that I wasn't a woman who could satisfy a man's needs, because the clear rejection my body gave whenever I got close to my boyfriends was a hint, a hint that I would be alone.

So, seeing men paying thousands or millions to have this body, this body which rejects any warmth was hysterical.The bell rang, stating the opening of a bid, and my eyes strained to see what lied beyond. The mask covering half the vision of my eyes was an added problem since the time I wore it.

I heard steps, a man walking towards me, wasn't only the master supposed to come, after he bought me? I panicked, looking around to seek an answer, but my gaze stood still, fear accumulating inside me, when my eyes met his.

He was the fat lusty man who had no sense of respect, the girl he bought stated bleeding on this stage because of his abusive nature, yet no one stopped him, Why? Because of the money he threw. I tried wriggling out as he made a curved smile towards me, his intensions shown on his lower half.

I dint want this, I dint want him, I would have accepted it, If it was some other guy, but he was a sex manic, I knew it by the way he forced the first girl to beg, the way he allowed other men to have her, while he stood there stroking his cock. He wouldn't stop at once, forever locked up in a room filled with sex, with men I dint know, raping me was what I saw, my future as.

I held back my tears; my weak heart was torn into pieces. Each step he took close, I could feel the hell gates open.He stood in front of me, smelling my neck, while I held my breath, fear and helplessness screaming into my senses. I was weak, but that dint mean I would let him have his way.

'I loveeeeee virgins' he breathed a nasty smell, 'they are all cute and tight' he continued, his fingers opening his belt, and that was when I took my chance. I knew he would send me to hell for this, if he was my master, but I had to protect what little dignity I had kept.

I head butted him, hard. I could feel the pain too as he looked up to me, his right nose bleeding with blood.

'I will not submit to pleasure like you fools' I spit on his face like a mad girl, unyielding to submission. I could hear the distant gasps and whispers coming from the back. A girl from the side of the stage came running, holding a white cloth towards his hands.

He snatched it from her, pushing her to the ground. 'You bitch' he said, steam coming out of his eyes.

'You think you are better, you just like those whores who spread their legs for pleasure' he shouted ' I will let you know who you belong to' he said pulling my hair.

I was doomed, he was going to rape me, here in front of hundreds, I dint want this, but I would never cry, because that meant I was being broken, my mind wasn't clear, I was contradicting myself by being brave and let him have me, if that's how I would walk out of this hell alive.

'100 billion' a man with deep voice shouted.

'Any more bidders,' the speaker announced, and all the whispers died down in an instant. Even the man before me was shocked at the price.

'sold' the bell rang, and my eyes followed the footsteps nearing the stage. They were calm but held power, his each step, precise and meticulous. His polished leather shoes were enough for anyone to bow down in submission. His black coat and pants perfectly wrapped his body showing off his height, the red ties which had roses imprinted on it stood out.

His sleeves were buttoned and his hands which swayed back and forth between his pockets and tie made it enchanting to see. When his face shone in the light, I could tell by his dark shaded eyes, he was not a person to be messed with.

His face was covered with a black mask, probably not wanting to raise suspicion. His dark brown hair was neatly pushed back and those eyes. There was something about them which made my stomach flutter.

'I suggest you take your hands off what's mine, unless you want them to be chopped' his platonic voice echoed through the room. By the look in the old man's eyes, I could see terror. The weight of his words held such dominance, I wouldn't be surprised if he actually went through with it.

'Sorry' he bowed before running off the stage, like a cat.

'Now,' he said coming in front of me 'your eyes should be on me and not on that man' he pulled my chin up, till our gazes met each other. He was tall, probably 6'3", I was 5'4", so it strained my neck to look at him.

'You are mine' he said, his fingertips grazing my cheek, my lips opened up without my knowledge. The smell of deep forest wood came from his mouth as his lips moved closer.

I quickly shut my mouth tight, trying to glare at him. He chuckled a little, stopping midway.

'I will have fun training you, my wild cat,' he said kissing my forehead.

'The curtains closed behind him, and a girl came towards me unlocking the chains. Now I was conscious of myself as he kept staring at me, his eyes making me clench my heart. He removed his coat, placing it over my shoulder.

'Only I can see you naked' he said, and I blushed embarrassed, I guess the drug was getting to me. He pulled me over, carrying me up, and my resistance was futile, as he made me lose my will power. The dizziness was coming back in tremendous blows, as dark black spots stated appearing in my vision. I huddled close towards his chest, the fine clothing making it comfortable.

He wrapped his arms around me and started moving out of the dais. Why dint he put a collar around me? That still bothers me. I wonder if this man had other slaves. As he climbed the stairs, opening a back door, he whispered something to the bodyguard. My mind was clogged, the drug was overpowering my steady-state, my eyes were getting heavy, it was too stressful keeping them open.

'You can close your eyes' he said leaving a kiss on the temple and the last thing I saw was a gorgeous yellow chandelier on the ceiling before darkness overwhelmed me.