Sold to Lucifer

Slave number 7 -Prologue-

         My name is Number 7, and I am a s*x Slave, sold to clients as fuckdolls, and used as such, it was a long time since I ever had a shower or ate properly, some of my old masters were so harsh that I was only allowed to eat feces or drink their own urine as food, I was hit, cut, bruised, clawed by those bastards but the real fuckedup people were my own family members who sold off in this dark auction for money. I felt defeated shaking my head from every memory I had in my mind as this situation began numbing me even more to any human touch, as I got up slowly dragging my feet across the gravel floor, peeping through the little cracked cage door. I felt a huge Yank across the metal bars of the cage that made e fall off on the floor, "get back where you were You little b***h" I heard someone yell from the outside, I just sat there no emotion displayed on my face, I heard music playing the background, and voices as I closed my eyes trying to drift off slowly into the mood I felt someone grab me by the arms yanking sloppily a bag on my head and getting pulled across the floor, my knees were struggling to keep me upright I felt the grave dig deep into my scabby skin, he threw me in the presentation cage it was bigger than I ever thought maybe because I was alone for once in the cage...

                the presenter began the auction "I present to you our most Faithful Slave", a curtain dropped on me, "I present to you our Premium Slave 'Slave Number 7' ... Let's begin our Auction in five minute countdowns and it is starting now" he stated while circling my cage I clenched my hands and held myself up as I felt the blood rush across my body, everyone was in awe, I felt disgusted looks were on me because they were looking at me like a toy, something they can cut, throw out on the floor, f**k, rape, dismember, tear apart and all that torment and I had no right to speak simply because my mouth was sewn together after every return of the toy that was the rule of the auction house, a tear escaped my eye down wishing someone would buy me and let me go but I knew this would never happen, no one showed me mercy as I began remembering the first time I was sold, he was a filthy rich pork man, he was so gluttonous, he used me as a food table... I felt extremely disgusted now that I remember as I heard a growl behind me "you better Dance you little w***e" as the auctioneer looked at me gritting his teeth together. I whimpered in fear and started to sway my body from left to right softly, following the music moving, I knew what they want from a slut slave like me, even though my body isn't as clear, or clean as I began the bruises and cuts and burns all were aching me to stop my body was begging me to stop doing this to myself, I lived as A slave ever since I turned 18, I had no name as long as I remember we humans never did have names we were at the bottom of the food chain... As the music slowed down and stopped I fell on my knees, drained from everything, lethargic, my condition was getting worsening...

           the Curtain fell on me again I was still covered with the bag on my head I have stayed on the floor fearing he would hit or rape me again, the auctioneer came to me with stomping feet and heavy breathing as if he wanted to attack me again "good girl" he pointed at me slowly touching my neck and boobs with his cane, "DONT.TOUCH.HER" a Loud growl shook the entire auction room and the silence followed the entire room everyone looked at each other... 

          The auction began I heard people starting to bid, "65" I heard, "85" from the crowd and it went in rage I heard then a voice grew even louder "ONE HUNDRED MILLION" it said I gasped feeling my body "Sold" the auctioneer said in fear, "sold at One... Two... Three" he said firmly, he tapped the mallet at the table calming everyone's question about the identity of my buyer, "Sold to Lucifer Morningstar" I gasped realizing the man who bought me... 

                                 I got sold to the devil himself...