The Billionaire's Revenge

Chapter 3: Sold for fifty million dollars

I wasn’t attentive to what she was talking about. The mum whimpers of everyone inward are all that I heard after what the old fat lady said.

“This is a modeling agen–” I was snipped off when she laughed sarcastically.

“Bold of you to assume getting money in just five pictures a day for a thousand dollars,” she then whirled her eyes at me.

One girl from the crowd stood up, she was wearing a red tube top dress as it hugs her body firmly. Tears trickled down her face as she was about to go and slap the old lady’s face.

The old lady was slummed. She looked at me and the girls who were behind her and wailed, “Run!”

The door opened. The only thing I could remember was I’m being anxious about whether they were going to catch me or not. Nevertheless, some of the girls who were inside run away from the bar with me screaming and panicking.

Bouncers let us go. I was looking behind whilst running, my attention wasn’t in front the reason why I felt a handkerchief enclosing my mouth and nose as a big and firm hands held my waist before settling me inside a van.

All I could recall was the door being shut. My vision starts getting blurry until I could no longer remember what happened and fell into a deep slumber.

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My head stung. The moment I inaugurated my eyes, an unfamiliar ceiling is all that I’ve seen. There’s a big chandelier in the middle, a vanity mirror in front, and a massive king-sized bed.

I massaged my temple as I cruised my eyes around. Waking up in an unfamiliar room made me feel apprehensive. I started to hug my tiny body and was alarmed when I fondled my skin, realizing the clothes I wore before were no longer intact.

The raw touch of the aircon gives goosebumps down my spine. I went to where the door is but it was latched.

“Help! Is anybody outside?” I yanked, trying to get notoriety.

I was conned. That’s the least thing I could recollect as minutes passed by. I consumed minutes of my life trying to destroy the wooden door but no, no one would inaugurate it for me.

Why am I here, by the way? Are these all Mr. Amer Walter’s doing? We had a contract and this is not what I’m expecting!

The window caught my vigilance. I tried to open it up yet it wasn’t conceding how I wanted it to be. For the second time, I kept on kicking the door for someone utmost to lay a finger on this door and clarify things to me.

To my surprise, three men came in.

“W-Who are you p-people?”

“Shut your mouth if you want to live,” the man who looked like a goon said.

“This is harassment and kidnapping! I swear, I will litigate you all!”

“Tape her mouth!”

What transpired was so fast. At first, I was eager to find a job and saw a poster on the road. I applied and signed a contract forthwith. I went to the address Mr. Walter gave but he swindled and deceived me.

The three men who went inward the room hooked my hands, feet and even covered my mouth. I took sight of my physical appearance in the vanity mirror when the three wanted me to go out with them.

The shirt and jeans I was wearing before are no longer there, instead, a red strap mini dress.

I tried to change position, trying to reap away from them but the man who was holding my left arm took out a gun and pointed it at my head.

“Try to move and I’ll whack your head,” he said, whistling like a pervert illegal man.

One man forcedly tugged my hand and ordered me to walk with them. It took us over a minute before we attained at something like backstage as they throw me inside a huge cage and insulated it with a raw fabric.

All I can hear was people chattering meters away from me. All of them were cheering as a man who was more likely to be a host spoke and caught my interest.

“This is the moment we all are waiting for,” the host said. “New Era black market always gives the best to our clients. I suppose all of you already know that,”

What did he say? Black market? Am I in a black market?

I slithered to where the edge is. I silently prayed to God that someone might arrive and liberate me. This isn’t the work I’m expecting. Mr. Walter is a hoax and a deceptive!

The sty where I am suddenly shifted. I wiped the tears coming out from my eyes but didn’t move. Too many emotions are inside me. Being frightened, confused, threatened, and nervous.

The sty stopped, “Please, let us all welcome, our girl for this night!”

After that, they took off the coarse fabric that was covering the cage where am I. Views of different men are in the crowd. All of them were looking at me like I’m a fatality they would nip if there were any odds.

I am in an auction. I am sure of that. Most man who is in front of me are men who range in their early 40s and above.

“So we have here a young lady. A fresh and a virgin one!” the host exaggeratedly announced.

The crowd raved and sent quivers down my spine. All I could think about was my brother, I was chattering a prayer and pleading with only one person to save me as the bidding starts to happen.

“Five hundred thousand dollars!” the host yelled.

One man who’s more likely in his 60s put forward a number in his hand. “One million dollars!”

“One million dollars, going once going twice!”

“Three point five million dollars!”

“Three point five! Higher!”

The crowd ran malevolently. All of them are eager to acquire me. The bidding went up to three million and the crowd barely bid.

“Five million dollars!” said a man who looks perfectly perverted and had a mustache on his face.

I was appalled by the amount he shouted. I whirled my head continuously while looking at the host trying to dispute despite the towel in my mouth. The host disregarded me, his smirk went bigger hearing the portion payment the old pervert man shouted.

“Am I going to seal the deal for five million dollars?” the host yanked. “Five million! Going once, going twice!”

The crowd became quiet. The host waited for another bidder but no one hoisted a number and spoke.

“Alright, then. Five million dollars for this beautiful–”

Honestly speaking, I thought I will be sold to him. But the crowd and also the host was surprised when a man came in, raising his number as he spoke using his turbulent baritone voice that sent quakes down my spine.

“Fifty million dollars!” he wailed, which rendered everyone’s jaw drop.

Elevated and masculine. That’s the only thing I could depict him. Lights from behind forbid me to behold his face and how does he looks like.

“Sold for fifty million dollars!”