[Two Weeks later]
Ginevra proudly looked me up and down as I sat there, lost in my thoughts. Ginevra was the academy's beautician; she only took on special cases like sprucing a woman up for an auction or special occasion. She was a master of transformations.
"What do you think Bellissima," she said with a gleam in her eye, "did you like my work?"
I looked at myself in the mirror, tears threatening to escape from my eyes. I had been transformed into something entirely different--a nude bodysuit, messy hair, and so much makeup that it could fill a bowl if I washed it off. Inside I was revolted but on the outside, all I could muster was a simple nod and "Nice".
Ginevra stood proudly in front of me, a smug smile on her face. She had just finished preparing my body and face for the auction that was to come that day, and she expected me to be pleased with her work.
I glanced at myself in the mirror, tears brimming in my eyes as I saw the ragdoll-like figure before me. My hair was wild and messy, my makeup heavy – everything about me that I loathed was amplified tenfold in this transformation.
I forced myself to give Ginevra the courtesy of a nod of appreciation and uttered the word 'Nice' from between my lips. Inside though, I was a raging inferno.
Uncontainable emotions threatened to rupture out of me like molten lava, boiling beneath my skin until it all burst loose.
I was on edge. That fateful day when I had encountered the Alpha who was meant to buy me from the academy. The same Alpha whom I had slapped and ran away from in a fit of rage.
Strangely, he didn't seem to complain or say anything about my rash actions ~ perhaps his pride prevented him from admitting to being assaulted by a woman~ He refused to buy me saying 'She is not my taste' which gave Cassie no other choice but to take it as an answer.
However, this one decision not only convinced Cassie, but every other potential buyer that I wasn't worth investing in since even the most powerful Alpha wasn't interested in me. Rumors began to spread quickly and before I knew it, it seemed like no one wanted me anymore.
Now that I was deemed useless for the academy, they decided to sell me off at an auction as a slave - just a toy to be used and passed around from man to man until there was nothing left of me.
My fate was sealed. I had spent my whole life trying to save myself from such a cruel outcome, yet here I am now - my only chance of escape gone because I ruined it with a single impulsive move. All I could do now was sit silently and accept my destiny.
"Please tell me you are not going to cry here piccola cosa. I would hate you ruining my work " Ginevra insists.
Piccola cosa. Little thing.
I wish I was little. Maybe if I have not grown up. I would not have to face these awful situations. But then again, these cruel people would have sold me anyways.
I shake my head "No Vitta, I am not crying" I told her standing up. Ready to accept my cruel fate.
Ginevra shrugged it off waving me a last time before she goes away. Leaving me with my thoughts.
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"Suece, can I please take this with me, " I asked in a small voice. My head bows in a fake respective manner.
Madonna, the guard who is supposed to sell me in the auction looked at me with narrow eyes.
I want to take my holy cross with me. I had stolen it from the church in the academy when I was a kid. It gives me a mere sense of protection.
"non potrebbe fregarcene di meno se porti con te questo sudicio bastoncino di legno. ci stai solo aiutando a sbarazzarci di due cose in una volta sola." Madonna answered in Italian.
Translation. " couldn't care less if you carry this filthy stick of wood with you. you're just helping us get rid of two things at once."
I don't know if I should be happy that I can take the holy cross with me or sad that they don't respect Jesus even.
Either way. I let it go.
We made our way to the grand hall where the slave auction is taking place.
My palms were sweaty, I could feel goosebumps crawling up my skin. As soon as we entered. Many drunken men flipped their dirty gazes at me.
These peoples are either human businessmen or unmated shifters of high status.
"Head down if you do not want me to leave you here " Madonna threatened me. I hadn't realized I was frowning at everyone until he pointed it out.
I quickly jerk my head low. When all I wanted was to kill everyone here. Or I should kill myself?
Ahh! Get a grip, Trisha.
Madonna took me on the stage where many other slaves were kneeling. After leaving me he was gone.
I was told to kneel too. But then a girl told me to come backstage with her to enter my details in her register.
I followed her, she was fast and know her way around much better than me. That's why I got lost in the crowd.
Frowning, I tried to find her blond head but failed miserably.
An air hand palmed my shoulder. I winced at the unfamiliarity of the touch.
Turning around, I found a man with dirty blonde hair, he might be a man in his mid-twenties. His ocean-blue eyes held a mischievous glint just like his smirk. He wore a white dress shirt with a red waistcoat over it. His look was completed by the red dress pants and boots.
"Hey," He said in his masculine voice. Kind of cute if his breath was not indicating that he had been drinking.
I don't know why but I narrowed my eyes replying to him "Hey"
"Hmm Btw does your name start with "C"? " He asked with sincerity.
I arched a brow at him. "No, But why?" I asked genuinely curious.
He smirked leaning a little closer. "Because I can "C" us getting together tonight," He said boring his eyes into mine with a flirtatious look on his handsome face.
I hadn't known I was capable of doing it. But for the first time in my life. I laughed. The laugh burst out of me so hard it was barely containable.
"Terrible- that was terrible," I said in between my laughter.
He grinned "At least I was capable of seeing and hearing that beautiful sound of your genuine laugh," he said looking at me with sincerity.
I gaze into his eyes smiling. This guy was very cute. My nervousness was far gone now.
I opened my mouth to thank him but one glance behind him and I snapped my mouth shut.
The happy moment vanished when I saw what was more accurately who was~ behind him.
And I know what's coming.