When The Darkness Met Light

Chapter 2

(Seraphina's P. O. V.)

"Get in, bitch." I was roughly pushed into a dingy looking, poorly decorated room by Sergey.

He had unchained most of us, and taken us to various rooms, where there were make-up artists ready to decorate us in a way that would make us look appealing to buy. The mere thought of it made me feel like puking.

I hated the way they made us look like we were something like a sheep, or another animal. They only made us look good for money, but otherwise treated us like trash. Mighty bastards they were.

"Sit still, child. Let me work on you." The rather middle aged looking woman said.

She looked like a bimbo if I was going to be very honest. From her clearly dyed whitish blonde hair, to her exaggerated makeup, the woman looked like all these superstars in the early eighties. She kept on smacking her mouth with the gum she had in her mouth, and it took everything in me not to say that she looked like a prostitute, who had forgotten her glasses on when tanning.

I couldn't explain the feeling inside of me. As much as I hated to admit it, I was slightly nervous about what was to happen next. What if I fell into the hands of the wrong person? How then would I be able to get the hell out of this once and for all?

My mind traveled to my father and mother. How were they now? Were they worried about me? And how about Nikolay? Would he truly wait for me no matter what?

My heart warmed at the thought of the man. Nikolay was my fiance that I was to marry before I had gotten into this whole situation. We had met through my father, he was my father's business partner, and he had introduced him to me as my future husband.

Thoughts of Nikolay filled my head. The man was the sweetest thing I had ever met, and considering that he was

A small smile slowly crept up it way on my face, making me feel light-hearted for the very first time in a long time. The man managed to make me smile, even when he was not around.

"Alright, child, Get up." The woman's voice came again, breaking me out of my train of thought.

Involuntarily, my eyes strayed to the mirror before me, and the girl in it. I scrutinized my reflection in complete distaste, disliking everything about the way I looked. My face was coated with enough makeup to hide the black eye Sergey had previously given me, and made me look like too much of a doll. My lips were coated with dark lipstick, and a perfect smoky eye that I wouldn't be able to do even if I tried graced my eyes.

Ugh. I looked like a goddamn Barbie or Bratz doll.

Next, the woman brought out a nearly transparent dress, that could easily pass for a t-shirt. I stared at the piece of clothe with shock. Surely they didn't expect me to wear that, did they?

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I was pushed into the ring roughly, as if I were a cow about to be slaughtered at the slaughter house for Christmas. I had eventually forcefully worn the godforsaken piece of cheap transparent net, and now I was flashing everyone in here with my lady parts, as they gazed at me hungrily.

The smell of cocaine, Mary Jay, and many other drugs that I couldn't name hung heavy in the air, together with smoke that looked like a layer of fog that had settled in the club. Werewolves and humans were scattered everywhere; some sitting and enjoying a lap dance from a stripper or the other, others already having their hands in and on the hookers. The strong mixture of the scents of drugs, alcohol, s*x, and expensive perfumes hung in the air, giving the place a heady feeling. Dim blue lights was the only source of illumination. One couldn't see everything properly, unless they really strained their eyes for the details.

Loud music blared from the speakers, drowning the voices of people, and the cries of the girls that stood with me in the ring.

"... Look at those t**s man... I just want to ravish her right now..."

"... You think she's a virgin? She look like that p***y finna be tight!..."

"... She would look good all tied up. I wouldn't mind taming that Lil' body of hers..."

Perverted comments flew all around me, making me scrunch my face up in pure disgust. The thought of having any of these filthy werewolves touching me with their dirty hands made me sick to the stomach. I didn't want them to come close to me, talk less of try f*****g me. I wouldn't mind snapping off their fingers one by one.

Suddenly the music lowered, and a man whom I presume was the underground club owner stood in the middle of the ring with a spotlight showing on him.

"Ladies and gentlemen... Welcome to another night of wonder, and enjoyment!..." His voice boomed through the speakers, replacing the loud music.

Cheers errupted from the people in the club.

"... As you know, we have everything you would need and more here, so make yourselves comfortable. Eat all you can, drink all you can, f**k all you can... Do not hesitate because this is your second home...."

Everything over here, including the people in it sickened me to the goddamn core. Now I could see why my parents hated the werewolves so much. If I had a bomb, I wouldn't even blink an eye while blowing this place up together with everyone in it.

"... Now... It's time for that part of the night that we all waited for; the grand auction!"

The cheers became Wilder than they were this time, totally drowning out the music that played in the background.

It was show time.