At 1600 hours, Avelina was escorted down to the main parlour to meet her buyer. Servants and guards stood aligning the hallways she was yanked through to say their silent goodbyes to the most beautiful and rarest gem in their household.
Lady Byrne was happily pulling at the collar to choke the girl to death but Ava wouldn't allow it and easily kept up. It took ten minutes for the duo to arrive in the main parlour and there stood in all his glory was a six foot tall Irish man wearing a three piece all black suit.
His blue eyes were darker than the ocean but colder than Pluto as his gaze of lust swept of Ava. His hair was a medium chocolate brown colour that was quite long reaching the nape of his neck. His body screamed of power and death.
By now Ava had zoned out, she couldn't think straight as the reality set in more and more of her horrifying predicament. The woman was no longer scared but petrified. The horrors he could do to her even if she wasn't his to be was terrifying to think of and now she is his. The greetings were exchanged, the papers were signed in a flurry.
Soon she was off being pulled along by the leash, her emerald eyes taking in what would be the last she ever saw of her old prison. Her mind wandered to thoughts of Fedor. Where was he? Would he save her? Was this truly her life now? Her thoughts were broken the moment she was placed in the backseat of the car and the man climbed in. She sighed sadly but not loudly for the male to notice. Her love abandoned her when she needed him most.
She was now ruined forever.