The Killer Who Kissed Me Like a Savior and Fucked Me Like a Sin
No.....she whispered.
Before she could react, she was pulled toward an empty cage. The metal door opened, and she was shoved inside.
She stumbled, catching herself against the cold bars. “You can’t do this. You can’t—”
The door slammed shut behind her.
“Prepare her,” one man barked. “Auction starts in ten.”
A woman entered—beautiful, soulless eyes, carrying folded clothes and a black blindfold.
“I suggest you cooperate,” the woman said calmly. “The others didn’t, and you don’t want to end up like them.”
Diana didn’t move at first.
But she didn’t fight either.
She was numb.
They changed her into a barely-there silk dress—dark red, almost like blood. Then tied the blindfold back over her eyes.
She heard the other girls being led out.
Then her turn came.
She was hauled back to her feet and led through another narrow hallway.
Voices grew louder. Music echoed faintly.
She was on display now.
She didn’t need sight to feel the eyes crawling over her skin.
When they ripped the blindfold off, she was already standing in a glass cage.
The spotlight hit her first—hot, humiliating. Her cage was positioned in the center of an elevated platform. Surrounding her in a perfect ring were masked men in tuxedos and shadowed faces. Power oozed from their silence. Money gleamed from their watches.
Diana’s breath came in short, clipped bursts.
An announcer’s voice sliced through the air.
“Lot 7B,” he began. “Age twenty-two. Beautiful. Educated. Fiery temper, and as of this morning... untamed.”
Laughter rose from the crowd.
Her stomach turned.
“Let’s begin bidding at twenty million.”
“Twenty-five,” someone called.
“Thirty.”
“Forty-five.”
“Sixty.”
The number rose with every breath.
Diana gripped the bars of the cage, heart slamming against her ribs.
Then came a pause.
A silence that rang louder than any noise.
And then—calm, deep, distinct:
“Four hundred million.”
