After the performances, the auction started. One by one, the girls were auctioned off. Each one went for a million dollars or more.
"A million! This is insane. Someone was going to pocket a million dollars off my life?"
Soon it was Regina's turn. Her name was announced and she was taken to the platform. The lady started to list all of her qualities like she did with the others. Regina herself was interested to know what that lady was going to list as her qualities, she was sure she didn't have any.
"Hostile, unbreakable, feisty." The lady started to list Regina's qualities to the audience.
A collective sound of acknowledgment filled the room. There were even a few whistles.
"Four partners." She continued to list her qualities reading from a piece of paper in his hands.
"Pool Dancer. Sexual experience is limited."
When she heard that, she wanted to protest. She was not a virgin. So her experience was not limited. But she stopped herself.
"The bidding starts with a million." After saying that stepped back from the platform and the bidding started. The starting price was already set by the lady and it slowly increased as more and more men bid.
She was disgusted when she saw the same man who bought another woman bid on her as well. The price kept climbing until it reached two million.
'Holy shit.' She almost screamed.
Instead of slowing down, the price kept going. The bid rose higher and higher, and testosterone swirled in the room.
"Bastards, you all are fucking sick." She couldn't keep the disdain from leaving her lips. She didn't care even if someone would come and beat her up for saying that. She was a human being, but they were treating her like an exotic good.
Suddenly a man sitting in front-tables near the platform stood up on his feet and shouted, "Four million."
'Fuck.'
As the room fell into silence, everyone's eyes sifted to that man as they yielded the floor to him. No one else challenged his bet. The man's lips curled up in a smile as he said, "I am going to tame you, Bitch."
The lady once again stepped on the platform and standing next to Regina announced, "Four million to the gentleman in the front. Congratulations. This beauty is now all yours."
Like a criminal, she was handcuffed and placed in the back seat of a black Limousine car with tinted windows. She still wore that dress and pearls she was wearing. Her heels were giving pain to her feet while walking, but she was assured that she would be in a lot more pain shortly.
The driver got behind the wheel and waited for his master to get in Limousine. Regina had not seen his face, but she also did not want to. When he outbid everyone so in his arrogant manner, she was already disgusted by him, and she knew he was an unforgivable beast.
If she were to beg him to let her go, she was sure he would definitely refuse. If she pleaded for him not to hurt her, he would not listen. But in her heart, she also prayed herself to be wrong.
But she was also sure he was not like the type of man looking for a beautiful woman to spoil. Neither he seem like someone who wanted to show her off at a dinner party, buying her expensive gowns and jewelry. She only detected evil from him. Just pure evil.
The man finally came and sat on the seat in front of her without putting on his safety belt but he still kept his mask on, hiding most of his features. She stared straight ahead at him, her hands on her legs clenched in fists. If she would to swung her fist, it would definitely punch that guy.
It was a nice fantasy for her.
The car pulled away from the building and merged into traffic. They were on the opposite side of the road compared to what she was used to. The streets were narrow and the car petite. She wasn't sure where she was.
When they were a mile away from their destination, the man, her captor removed his mask. His blue eyes were bright and bluish-green, the kind that twinkled under the starlight. For a moment, they made him look innocent. But after a single blink, the evilness in his soul shined through.
He stared at her like she was prey and he was the hunter. Tension filled the air, the warning deep in her heart. He had blond hair that was gelled and combed back, revealing his perfectly round face. He had thin lips. His face was covered with a thick layer of hair, reminding her of a lumberjack in winter.
He stared at her coldly as if he was about to pounce. She held his gaze, swearing then and there she determined she would murder him if he tried to touch her.
"Your name?" His voice sounded just as mocking as it did during the bidding. It was raspy, like sandpaper rubbing against concrete. It irritated her, it felt as his voice scratched her eardrums as it traveled inside her body. Even his simple words were grotesque. Her hatred for that man increased manyfold.
She refused to answer him. She determined that she was not going to comply, she was going to refuse everything. If he wanted her to do anything, he would have to let her go free.
He chuckled and leaned back into the leather seat. "You're going to be so much fun. I love to tame wild cats like you."
"Fun? The second you will try to force yourself on me, I'll chop off your dick."
"Haha... you are also funny. Well whatever your name was before, forget it. Your new name will be Bitch." He looked out the dark windows and stared at the lights from the passing buildings. He wore a black suit with a black collared shirt underneath, looking just as formidable as he sounded.
"Well, if you don't like it. You can tell me. I have a whole list of names for you. Cunt. Pussy. Sucker. If you want these let me know. But I hope you like the first name. That was the first name that came in my mind when I saw you."
His eyes kept looking at her face, watching her reaction as he spoke and mock her. He wanted to see her palpitating in fear. He wanted to see the terror in her eyes. But Regina refused to give him what he wanted.
"I could not believe my luck when Elizabeth said you were a fiery type. It seemed too good to be true. You do not find those kind of girls every day in the auction."
She did not know what to say hearing that. She had never been auctioned or had been in an auction show.
"And then you told the room we were a bunch of sick fucks." He chuckled to himself. "I have never been so hard in my life."
She was disgusted hearing his voice. She wanted to hurl.
"My cock has never soared to life like that. There you stood, a beautiful woman with perfect features in a dazzling gown. And then that mouth turned dirty, and you spoke your mind." His trousers pressed tightly against him when his cock hardened. His hand reached her thigh where he gave it a gentle squeeze.
Repulsed, She slammed my thigh to the side so his hand would fly off. He expected that to happen because he pulled his hand away, chuckling again. "I am going to have such a good time breaking you in. You are like a wild cat that no one can saddle. You're like the bull that can not be ridden."
Fear crept into Regina's veins and circulated inside her body with her blood. When it reached her heart, She was momentarily paralyzed. Being prisoner to this disgusting and sick man would be going to test her full strength.
She would be subjected to such cruelty that she may not make it out with an intact mind. But she couldn't give in to the fright. She had to keep fighting. Every problem had a solution and she would find one now, she thought.
"When we get back to the villa, I'm going to fuck you so hard in the ass you won't be able to sit for a week. Consider it a welcoming gift." He looked out the window like his words were not as terrifying as he made them sound.
"And when we get back to the house, I'm going to kill you. Consider it a parting gift." She snapped back at him.
He turned back to her when he heard her speak, she thought he was going to slap her hard. But instead of slapping her for talking back or telling her off, he smiled. It was a grotesque look. Regina realized that her talk back made him more excited. "I like a challenge."