Getting thrown into a world of bitterness and nothing but evil could really kill, I was never the fragile innocent little girl everyone saw, I was me, I was badass. I knew my power and I knew my worth, "I'm going to get through this..." I whispered to myself barely audible to herself, suddenly the man stopped in front of her face, his icy blue eyes searching her green ones for some type of reaction, you won't get it. He had dark black hair that was neat but held messy locks in it, fair olive skin, plush lips, he picked up a strand of my ink-black hair, twiddling it between his rough fingers, I kept my gaze on his, refusing to show weakness, who would want a disobedient girl?..." La voglio. Quanto?" (I want her. How much?) He asked in Italian, I immediately translated and my emerald eyes widened in fear as the older man looked down at the paperwork I had brought in earlier that day, " 500,000" He stated quietly. The man nodded in agreement and made a swift motion to two large men that soon came up to me and grabbed my shoulders yanking me towards a metal door, that lead out of the auction room.