Bound To The Mafia Lord

The auction was barely a few minutes away from starting when a black Limousin, with bullet-proof and tinted glasses arrived at the venue. He must have been a powerful mafia Lord. People whispered and chattered as a tall man walked out of the car. His security personnel quickly followed him. They were men with heavy muscles and evil faces. The presence of the Mafia Lord was almost felt immediately after walking into the hall. He was a very important personality and therefore, deserved to sit at a high place at the high tables. No one dared look at his face for the fear of their lives. Only whispers in low voices filled the air as he made his quick movement to the VIP section. Soon the commotion which had marked the Mafia Lord's arrival died off. Once again, all attention was on the great auction which was about to start. The anchor was all smiles as he grabbed the microphone. He was no different from most of the people in the hall. No one in the venue was a saint. The audience was mostly made of gangsters, people with questionable characters, and people from all sorts of dirty work. "Ladies and gentlemen men, or should I say, good evening my fellow gangsters!" began the anchor with a little humor. Calling the audience gangsters did not sit well with everyone. There was a mild uproar. Nevertheless, he remained unbothered and waved his hands at the irate audience. "Okay-okay! I get your message loud and clear. I apologize for my poor choice of words. That was a rather expensive joke right there!" he smiled. Even though the anchor apologized, it had little effect on the offended audience. Nevertheless, he continued with a thin smile forming across his face. He hoped to calm the audience by speaking irrespective of the ongoing distraction. The anchor did win their hearts when he pointed at a half-clad beautiful lady standing not far from him on the stage. All eyes were on the poor innocent beautiful lady, even though she seemed to have been brutalized. Her hands were tied behind her back, her clothes torn and her face bruised with stains of blood; a remnant of a brutal encounter with her captor. She was in deep regret and slowly sobbing in pain. From the look on her face, one can deduce how hopeless she was. Her tears never stopped running from her eyes down to her cheeks. She was deeply hurt and was left with no choice about what was coming. "Ladies and gentlemen, here is our trophy for the evening. Beside me is a charming angel with enough boobs and curves to make every man scream for more! I assure you, she is one of a kind and can do your dirty work to the fullest! She can be your w***e for life, at an affordable price!" began the anchor. "And we begin at 1 million dollars!" he looked at the lively audience. "Going!" "1 million dollars!" said a man from the audience with a lustful smile on his face as he stared at her. "I million dollars! Look at that, people!" echoed the anchor. "Is there gonna be any challenge?" he asked and waited. "Two million dollars!" said a second man from the far corner of the hall. He was dressed in a black suit with a stern look. His tobacco-stained teeth were self-evident he was a cigarette addict. "2 Million dollars!" echoed the anchor again. "Come on, people! We are going to sell her at this prize unless someone speaks up!" "3 Million dollars!" interrupted a third man from the front seat. "I will take the girl at 3 Million dollars!" he said proudly. He wore an Italian hat with a pot belly, suggesting he consumes lots of alcohol, although he doesn't seem quite intoxicated at the moment. "I will take the girl at 6 million dollars cash!" interrupted yet another strange voice from the middle seat. He was a young gentleman in his mid-thirties. But he wasn't as innocent as his looks. He is the leader of a notorious gang that has an ongoing feud with the police. He was quite confident that with the price he placed so far on the girl, no one would dare to challenge him. However, he was wrong. "No, I will take the girl at 7 million dollars!" said another man with a rather ferocious voice. "I will take her now!" "No, I would take her at 8 million dollars!" said the man who started the bid before others. The anchor was speechless and at the same time, excited. Perhaps, he never saw that coming... He never imagined the competition heating up. "I guess we will let her go at 8 million dollars. That's the highest bid so far! Is there anyone among you willing to topple him?" the anchor was pointing one of his fingers at the man with the highest bid. As the race to buy her gets intense, chatters and whistlers fill her ears. She stood trembling all over and bleeding in her heart. She doesn't know why she is been auctioned like a commodity. She becomes more nervous every time her auction price is further raised. Her innocent eyes were still dripping warmed tears on her cold feet. There was a trace of burning resentment towards love and trust; one that got her in the mess she was in now. She regretted all her decisions and wished she could change back the hands of time. For her, it was over! Men should never be trusted and so was that word, LOVE. The word doesn't exist in her dictionary anymore, as long as she is concerned. The undeniable emotional pain on her face caught the attention of the Mafia Lord sitting in the VIP section. He stared at her with a deep sense of empathy. He could see through her heart what no one else saw. The last puff from his expensive cigar made it obvious he was about to lift his hand. The girl about to be sold like a domestic donkey might have had some physical striking, resemblance with Anita who left him behind, shattered his heart, and made him live in emotional misery. The Mafia Lord is a beast that needs no love. He was feared by all as a ruthless barbarian with no human heart. To everyone, it was highly unthinkable that such a caliber of man would have a place for love in his heart. Nevertheless, it was his weak spot. Falling in love with Anita, was his greatest fear and perhaps, a mistake. A mistake that would cost him dearly. His emotions were almost getting the best of him when he lifted his auction card. "50 million dollars!" yelled the Mafia Lord. His card still held up. Much to the surprise of everyone, a deafening silence followed. Everyone was in shock. No one dared to challenge his bid after all, he is the most dreaded Mafia Lord ever. How could he be willing to pay 50 million dollars for her? What's so special about the slave girl that compelled him into doing the unthinkable?