Sold to the Alpha Triplets

Chapter 2

My eyes grew wide. “Home?” I repeated, staring at the woman in disbelief. “What do you mean by home?” I managed to ask, struggling to stand but stumbling back onto the bed.

“You need to rest,” the woman said calmly. “You were severely injured. If you want to be healthy enough to be sold—”

Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Sold? What was she talking about?

“Take me home now!” I demanded, my voice surprisingly commanding despite my confusion. I couldn’t understand where this authority came from, but it surged through me.

“Home,” the woman repeated mockingly, circling me like a predator. “This is your home now,” she said, her tone chilling me to the bone.

I struggled to grasp her meaning. This place couldn’t be home. Home was where I belonged, where I felt safe. This sterile room, with its unfamiliar smells and the woman’s unsettling presence, was nothing like home.

I glanced around desperately, hoping to find something, anything, that would make sense of this strange situation. But everything felt foreign and alien. The woman’s words echoed in my mind, each repetition of “home” making me more confused.

Fear crept in as I realized how serious my situation was. If this wasn’t a mistake or a nightmare, then where was I? And why did this woman talk about selling me like I was property?

Questions swirled in my mind, but I couldn’t speak them. My throat felt tight, constricted by the weight of uncertainty and pain. I wanted to scream, to demand answers, but the words caught in my throat.

I knew I didn’t belong here; everything looked strange and unfamiliar. “No, I don’t belong here!” I screamed, shaking my head in disbelief. The other girls in the room stared at me with a mix of concern and fear in their eyes.

I was about to run when the woman grabbed my arm, stopping me. “Hey, where do you think you’re going, huh?” Her grip was tight, causing me to wince in pain, tears welling up in my eyes.

“Let go of me!” I yelled, jerking my arm away. In a burst of adrenaline, I pushed her, and she stumbled, falling to the ground. The other girls watched silently, their expressions shifting from fear to something like amusement.

“Get that brat!” the woman shouted angrily from the floor. I heard footsteps behind me, and without hesitation, I sprinted towards the door.

The hallway ahead of me seemed scary and strange. I heard footsteps coming closer behind me, making me panic and run faster. I desperately looked for a way out of this nightmare-like place.

I felt confused and couldn't remember how I got into this weird building with bright lights. It felt like I didn't belong there.

I saw a stage downstairs with chairs set up, hinting at some important event. Despite being curious, my main goal was to escape. "I have to get out of here," I said to myself, feeling urgent.

As I went down the stairs, I glanced back and saw big men chasing me. Panic hit me even harder, urging me to run faster. Each step felt like a struggle, and safety seemed so far away.

Then, something terrible happened. My foot got caught in my long nightgown, and I fell down the stairs. I screamed in pain and frustration as I rolled uncontrollably, finally stopping painfully on the hard floor below.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" someone asked, snapping me back to reality. I groaned silently as I lay there, feeling the cold floor against my cheek.

"There she is!" shouted one of the men chasing me. I cursed quietly as I hurried to stand up. I looked at an older man, hoping he would help me.

"Please, help me," I begged desperately, but he just smirked a little, sending shivers down my spine. Why was he smirking at me?

"Ah, Mister Smith, it's a pleasure to have you here," a voice interrupted from behind. I turned to see the red-haired woman I had bumped into earlier walking towards the man.

She walked gracefully in her high heels, the sound echoing in the corridor. "Oh, my darling," the man said with a smirk, kissing her cheek as she hugged him tightly.

I cringed as I watched them embrace, realizing she knew him and was somehow involved.

Panic surged as I struggled against the strong grip of the men holding me. "Let me go!" I screamed, fear and desperation in my voice.

Mister Smith approached, his touch making me feel disgusted as his hand moved over my shoulder and face. I pulled away, repulsed. "Who is she?" he asked, his gaze unsettlingly seductive, biting his lip. I felt sick to my stomach.

Feeling exposed under his intense scrutiny, I squirmed uncomfortably as he examined me from head to toe, like I was just an object.

"She's the new girl we brought in last night," the woman said matter-of-factly, confirming my fears that I didn't belong here. But if not here, then where did I belong? And how did I end up in this nightmare?

"She's spirited," Mr. Smith remarked with a smirk, his eyes fixed on mine as if I were some prized possession. I rolled my eyes at his arrogance. "Will she perform today?" he asked, his gaze intense.

"No, Mr. Smith, she's only sixteen," the woman replied calmly, hinting she knew more about me than I did. She held the answers I desperately needed—why was I here, and where did I truly belong?

“That’s too bad. I wanted her all to myself tonight,” Mr. Smith muttered, reaching for my face again. His touch disgusted me, and I’d had enough. With strength and defiance, I headbutted him, making him stagger back with a yelp of pain.

“How dare you!” the woman yelled angrily, slapping my cheek hard. It left me dizzy, but I refused to back down.

“Take her back to the room,” she ordered the men, her voice full of anger. I felt relief as they grabbed me, pulling me away from Mr. Smith and his creepy advances. Anywhere else was better than being near him.

They threw me into the room, sending me crashing to the floor in pain. I cried out in frustration. “They can’t keep me here against my will!” I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls as I struggled to breathe.

Looking around, I saw the other girls staring at me wide-eyed, scared and unsure. Their silence spoke volumes.

I got up quickly, fear and desperation pushing me to ask them for answers. “Can someone tell me where I am?” I pleaded, hoping one of them would break their silence. But they stayed quiet, avoiding my eyes.

“Is there a way out of here?” I asked again, growing more frantic. Still, none of them answered. Their avoidance confirmed my worst fear—I was truly trapped.

"Oh my goodness," I whispered, tears flowing uncontrollably down my face. The weight of the situation crashed down on me, filling me with a deep sense of hopelessness.

“Crying won’t solve anything,” a voice finally broke the silence. I turned to see another girl walking towards me, tears streaking her own face.

“This is a brothel. They bring girls here to sell them to wealthy men,” she explained, her words hitting me hard. My heart broke at the horrifying reality we were trapped in.

“What do you mean?” I managed to ask before the door swung open again, and men entered, ushering us downstairs into a room with draped curtains. “The ones chosen for the auction need to get ready,” one of the men instructed before leaving us alone.

In shocked silence, the girls hurriedly dressed. Fear and resignation hung heavy in the air as we prepared for whatever was coming next. The woman overseeing us returned, her voice cold as she announced, “It’s time, girls.”

She led the way through the curtains without looking at me, and the other girls followed quietly, including the one who had explained the grim reality to me earlier.

“What’s happening? Where are they taking those girls?” I demanded, my voice trembling with fear. No one answered. As voices murmured beyond the curtains, curiosity and dread compelled me to move closer.

“I wouldn’t try anything risky if I were you,” a girl warned from behind me. “You have to understand, there’s no way out of here,” she added, her words sending a chill down my spine. Trembling, I slowly pushed aside the curtain and peered through with disbelief.

In front of me, girls were lined up, being auctioned off to the highest bidder. Shock and horror overwhelmed me as I witnessed the sale of human beings.

“What kind of world is this?” I whispered in disbelief, tears streaming down my face.