Aleksandra slowly opened her eyes but all she could see was black. Her hands were tied and the floor was hard and cold. The stench of blood filled the air and this mad Ale was scared and worried that that might be her last day. Realization dawned upon her as she remembered the sight from the night before. "They killed a man and took me to a place I don't know." she thought as tears start to invade her eyes. Aleksandra bit her lips to hold in her sobs as she heard voices and footsteps coming towards the room she was in. "Marco, è stata Veloce. L'avrei uccisa, ma era una bellezza e ho pensato che poteva valere molto." said a voice that Ale heard before she passed out. (Marco, she was fast. I was gonna kill her but she was a beauty and I thought to myself, she could be worth a lot.) Another man loudly said, "Unmask the whore and let me see her, then if I approve I'll sell her. Wow, her body looks nice. The don will be impressed" Aleksandra was offended and she wanted to disrespect the guy but she reconsidered and remembered that she was in the hands of some maniac and to her realization it was men from a mafia who took her. The mask was finally off her face and as she blinked to adjust to the light a very handsome yet cold-looking Italian man said, "Jorge, you have got a million dollar price here, get her ready for the auction, Don Martino will send someone to evaluate her soon," The guy who Aleksandra assumed to be Marco left and Jorge dragged her up to her feet and pulled her along a dark corridor. As she walked by her eyes glimpsed a headless corpse in a cell-like room. She was terrified and wished that she could have ran for her life but alas she couldn't because her life was on the line. "C...can you untie me?" said ale as her voice cracked up as if she wanted to cry. Jorge said sternly, "As soon as we are in the room with the other girls you will be untied, plus you were very fast so no." Ale hung her head low since she didn't want to see any more dead bodies. "Are you new to the stripping business?" Asked Jorge. Aleksandra was confused as to why he had asked this. "If you think I am a stripper you got this all wrong sir," she said as Jorge opened a huge door and dragged her inside. "You sure look like one. You are wearing a very revealing dress right now and your heels were very high," he said while lighting a blunt. Aleksandra explained, "Yesterday was my birthday and my friends took me to a bar and I left on my own because I wasn't comfortable in these clothes or that place." "You seem like a decent Christian girl so that means you are a virgin, am I right?" He asked. Aleksandra's voice start to crack up again as she answered, "Y...yes I a...am." Jorge opened a box filled with lingering and tossed a white see-through one at Ale. "Go in that bathroom and tidy up your filthy body and put that on. If you come out here and see someone else, that person is gonna do your makeup." Jorge said as he untied Ale.
Aleksandra had taken a shower and pulled on the lingering. Hot tears roamed her face as she looked in a mirror at herself. Ale pulled herself together and went back into the room that she was in before she went to show only to see a middle-aged lady with a makeup kit and high heel that was for strippers. The lady harshly grabbed Ale and plastered her face in makeup. The lady finished the makeup and then harshly pushed Ale's feet in the heels then dragged her out the door. "Where are we going?" asked Aleksandra nervously. The lady continued to drag her without saying anything until they came to a big golden door. The lady knocked and Jorge open the door then grabbed Aleksandra and pulled her into a group of girls with the same color lingering as she had. "Why are we all in white lingering?" asked Aleksandra confused. A shy-looking girl then said, "Virgins wear white, Non-virgins wear red, women who are strippers wear black, women with one kid wear green, and women who have two or more kids wear blue." Ale looked around at the room of women who were about to be sold for god knows what. Some of the women were happy as if it was their lucky day while some were crying away in a corner. Ale felt so sorry for all the women who didn't want to be there, especially the mothers, suddenly someone touched her shoulders and Ale flinched. "What is your name?" Said the guy. Ale was about to resist when she remembered where she was she answered "I'm Aleksandra Martins." She was lying to the guy since she didn't want them to know she was from Poland if they were smart enough to know. The guy wrote down the name on a clipboard and then asked, "Age?" "N...nineteen." muttered Aleksandra. "Sexual status?" He asked. Ale said, "You work here, and yet you don't even know that I am a virgin by the color-coded lingering, you bimbo." The guy's face turned from stern to angry in split seconds and it was there and then that Ale regretted what she had said. The guy punched her square in the jaw and it was bruised. "Get this stupid bitch some makeup now! Mr. Martino won't be happy if one of his top prices is bruised up!" he yelled at a makeup artist who was about to leave the room. The auction began and the virgins were the ones who were sold first. The last name that was called was Ale's and she was nervous. "Aleksandra is nineteen, standing tall at the height of 5'8, and is one hundred and fifteen pounds. Her hair is naturally black and so are her eyes. She is quite a shy person but is quite feisty as well. She is a virgin. With her beauty, and neat body structure she will be our most expensive object tonight" Said the same guy who had punched her. "Bidding will start at sixty thousand dollars," he said, and all of a sudden the prices started to go sky high. Ale looked into the audience in dismay as the bidding price had passed one hundred thousand dollars the two hundred thousand dollars and it went on until she heard, "SOLD! For nine hundred thousand dollars to Mr. Marino. Sir your purchase will be outside waiting for you whenever you are ready to leave. Aleksandra had heard that last name before and she started to cry silently as she was escorted off the stage. She was auctioned off to the mob boss himself, Mr. Martino. Ale was tied up again and the bag that was taken off earlier was placed back on her head. Ale started to flare up like a crazy wolf so that the person taking her out of the building would let her go but instead someone held her legs and helped the guy to carry her outside. "She is frisky. I would give anything to have sex with her." said the guy holding Aleksandra's legs. The guy who was holding her upper body just simply said, "No Mateo would know and he would kill you." They came outside and the chilly wind grazed Aleksandra's skin making her shiver. She heard a car door open and then she was tossed inside. The car started and she curled herself into a ball and cried.
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