Return to the King

Chapter 7

Amelia's POV

We were placed back into vehicles. Back on the road. Felt like we were on the road for hours at a time. I was counting the seconds away of how long we were on the road. When and where did we turn, how many left turns or right turns we made. I highly doubt I would remember, but it was worth a shot just in case if I did get away from these men. I was alone. I don't know why, but I am guessing because I am the only one who would peacefully fight someone and get the hell away from here. Smart... for these freaking men.

I lost count at some point. I couldn't keep up with it after I reached 600 seconds. At least I got there. The vehicle had finally come to a stop and I listened as the doors to the vehicle opened and closed. I couldn't hear footsteps but in seconds, the doors to where I was opened and three men were standing there with flashlights. Two people climbed into the vehicle and came around my cage. Then they began to push me out on the cart and lugged me away. I was looking around, and I saw a bunch of dead dresses. However, what caught my attention was the mansion with bright gold lights flashing outside of it. Where the hell did they bring me? They lugged me down to the basement, and it was pitch black. I heard the other girls though. They were whispering like normal. I got onto my knees and placed my hands on the bars, searching through the pitch blackness.

"Trace... Trace! Trace are you here?!" I called and it went silent. I sighed and shook the bars on the cage, trying to see if at least one of them was loose enough to break off. I sat back onto my butt and gasped when a hand touched me. I looked with a raised fist and still couldn't see anything to defend myself.

My heartbeat rose, and I felt another touch on my back. I turned to face where I felt it and gasped once again. What the f**k?!

"Aw... sweets... feeling paranoid over here? I told you I would come back for you..." I know that voice. It's the man I attacked earlier. His whispers were soft, but I could still tell it was him.

"Yo... stop f*****g around and let's go. We need to present them," another male's voice said as I felt my cage being moved.

"You take the fun out of everything I do."

"Stop doing stupid things and I won't have to watch over your ass like a f*****g child who can't stop touching shit."

His voice was low, but you could hear the aggravation coming from it. I held onto the bars and was pushed by the cart into a dark hall. The wall lights were the only thing helping me see the brown brick walls with the gray-ish colored floor brick. Down the hall was a black door with black tape going across it. The guy pushing my cage with the cart stopped and stepped in front of my cage to knock on the door twice.

"Piece of cake?" A male's voice asked from the other side of the door.

"The whole prize," the one in front of me answered, then went back to my cage. The door opened, and I was being pushed once again. I kept looking around to get a clue. Maybe I was here at some point and I don't even know about it yet, and I need to figure out how my identity was leaked.

My cage was brought into a room. One guy came up to the lock and pulled the keys out of his back pocket and unlocked my cage. He gently pulled on my chains and helped me out of the cage. I turned to see the guy who was pushing my cage coming and took the black dress I had and threw it in the garbage. I saw other outfits in it as well, so I guess it was just to make sure nothing was brought with us. I was pulled again, and I followed the man who held me. I was brought into a line with the other girls. I saw Trace on the left side of me kneeling on the floor while looking down at her hands. She looked up and smiled when she saw my face. It was not a cheerful one though, because the next thing I saw was someone coming to lift her up and drag her away. I reached out for her but was pushed back to stand in the line I was in.

The girls weren't whispering this time. Instead, we were all listening to a woman with a microphone. She was calling out bids left to right. Her voice would seem as if she were cheerful and happy with what she was doing. I guess she was putting on a show for the crowd because I heard a bit of cheering and clapping when the bid was over. I heard her finishing the bid at three million dollars. Whatever these people were buying must be worth it.

"Alright, the next bid is standing at five foot three. She is curvy, can do chores, but can also go to the clubs and have some fun time for the sake of you getting what you need out of it payment wise. That sounds fun riiiight?! Alright, unfortunately though, this one is not pure, but the good news is that she knows what she is doing, so you wouldn't have to put up with much difficulty, right? I will start the bid for 100,000. I got 100,000. 150,000. 300.000 now! 450, 450 going once? Going twice? Sold to the beautiful being the back. Please, you already know where to go to collect your prize."

The bids kept going. The line kept moving. I was now next to be presented and I was watching the girl on the stage. All the lights were on her. The bidder was standing by the podium with a mic in her hand and she was reading from some papers that were on the podium. I looked into the crowd. There were no lights shining on them. It was completely dark. They wore these fancy masks on their faces and were dressed to impress. Men in black and white tuxedos and women, dresses that were slightly revealing here and there or not. Off the shoulder dresses, halter top dresses. All different colors at that. I noticed as the woman by the podium was calling out numbers, someone in the crowd would lift a sign with a word on it. There were different words on different signs. Some had, like, cats. One of the signs had a demon emoji on it. These signs were hand crafted for the people's liking. This was strang as hell.

I didn't even notice that the bid was over until a hood was thrown over my head, and I was pulled by the chains again. I started walking. I felt like my body was leaning to the right as I kept walking. I looked up to see a bit of light coming through the back of my head.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen. We have a special one in this establishment today. Not only is she pure... pure to the core. But this one comes from royalty. Now we will not mention where, because well, that is not our job, but for the one that gets this one... this prize is the ultimate. Some of you may have seen her face somewhere. Some of you may know who she is and if you do... please keep it to yourself. And if you want her... bid for the highest of the highest.

The hood was taken off my head and I shielded my eyes from the bright light and looked around. I heard gasps and saw the shocked expressions of the people in the crowd. I looked at the woman at the podium who just smiled her pearly whites at me with her arm stretched.

"You think this... is good? Just selling people like they are garbage? You all disgust me!" I screamed and pulled on the chains.

"Oh... such a mouth on this one. Let's start the bid at one million and two hundred." I watched as the bidders threw their signs into the air. They were coming up one after another. The woman at the podium was keeping track at this point. It was going so fast to the point she hit five million in the two minutes that I was up there just watching. I kept trying to tug on the chains but the guy at the end of it pulled them away from me and made me stumble. I sucked my teeth and kept trying to fight.

"$15,000,000,000,000!" All voices stopped. No gasping. No, nothing. The room just went still. I turned back towards the crowd and saw a man with his face uncovered, unlike the rest of them. He had his left hand raised with a cellphone in the right of his hand. The woman at the podium gasped and motioned her hand for him to go up there. The guy moved through the crowd and came up onto the stage. His posture was straight and his muscles were undeniably huge. It was like his muscles were trying to break out of the suit he was in. The woman at the podium moved the mic from her conversation, but luckily, I could still hear it.

"Are you sure about this?"

"My employer wants her. What seems to be the malfunction you have going on in your brain?"

"Don't be rude. Produce the fact that the money you are bidding could be accounted for." The man turned towards the crowd but this time his head was tilted upward. I turned to face where he was looking and I saw a male-like figure leaning over what seemed to be a metal bar with a drink in his hand. I couldn't make out his face but his posture was cocky as hell. I don't know how, I just assumed. We heard a snap and the doors behind the crowd opened and several men walked in. They were pushing people out of their way with suitcases in their hands. Some of them came onto the stage while some waited in front of the crowd. The men on the stage opened their cases and stacks of cash were shown. The podium woman gasped and looked around. She faced towards the man who came and spoke to me. He was standing there with a white suit on and a pink button-up shirt. His hands were behind his back and his head was tilted upward so his neck could be shown. The woman looked at him for some type of confirmation and he nodded his head and turned back to the crowd. The woman gathered her posture and returned to the mic.

"Well, this is completely unexpected. The bid for this young woman is now at $15,000,000,000,000. Is there anyone who would like to top this?" The man with the phone turned towards the crowd with a raised eyebrow and I felt the fear coming from the crowd. You could tell this person was not someone who you wanted to be on the negative side of the fence with. He turned back to the girl podium and raised his head. She swallowed her spit and slammed her hand down on the podium.

"Alright... that is it for this young woman. Bidding is closed. Please... go around back and-"

Before she could finish her statement, I was yanked by the chains and was pulled towards the crowd. I turned back to the man who had just released me like I was not being dragged through the crowd against my will. I pulled against it but nothing was working. I looked through the crowd and tried to grab onto someone, but they just moved their body or forced me away from them. These people all needed karma to come knock on their doors and serve them!