Auctioned to the mafia lord

“$20,000” a voice said “I bid $50,000” another said different prices kept coming, I felt dizzy. It was like I was in a dream of people bidding for something being auctioned, but the prices were so unbelievable it must be a rare gem for people to be struggling to get the highest. I tried to stand up but something held me back. My hands felt so sore, I gained my stance a bit and saw I was being held by a chain like an animal, “What is this place?” I asked myself in my head. I looked up and saw different faces that I have never seen before. It was like being in a dimly lit room with men and women of sophisticated class sitting in a well arranged room and I seemed to be the center of attention. How I got here I can’t even remember, my head was still clouded. I asked myself all the rhetorical questions I could because I was still in shock. I have to escape from this place, I told myself. “I will take her for a million dollars” a stranger's voice said from the entrance, which made the crowd go silent. That was a whole lot of money and from their silence I could tell no one would be able to beat that. I could not see the figure so well but I knew his aura was strong, it gave off a powerful Presence. “Wait a minute, who is being sold off for that price?” As I questioned myself as I snapped back to reality, I looked around and realized that I was the only one there in the spotlight being chained like a prisoner. “I know my life wasn’t all rosy but I was a middle class lady who was able to take care of herself and I was living just fine and peacefully, so who would do this to me and what am I doing here?” I wondered to myself I could hear whispers in the crowd as they were still shook on the outrageous money that was to be spent on the likes of me, I could hear footsteps approaching me, that stranger figure I could not see clearly was standing right in front of me. “Yh she is perfect, exactly how I like them brunette, so after all my money is not wasted, so Yh a million dollars it is” he said as he stood in front of me talking to the auctioneer. “No I can’t deal with this, I need to leave this place, me being sold off ” I said crying in my thoughts asking myself what I did to deserve this sort of hatred. The auctioneer quickly went into a room and came out with papers in his hands as he hurriedly worked up to meet my buyer. I said with disgust the fact that I was beginning to accept this reality, as I came to a conclusion that my struggling to escape would be an unfruitful effort. “Sir your paperwork is ready, please sign so it can be fully documented without doubt that you're her new owner” he said handing him a pen to sign on the already opened paper he held out. “Tsk, tsk… I don’t need that. Do you know who I am ? There is nobody here that meets up to my standards and would even try to think about ruining this contract or trying to steal my pet, nobody, do you understand? So release my pet and get your boys to bring her outside where I will be waiting for just a few minutes and don’t test my patience I tell you he retorted and walked out. “Hmmm what an ego,” I thought to myself. I was already irritated by his behavior and this man was my new owner. The thought of that frightened me but as I wondered what I was going to be used for I became even more scared. Four men came to my front and unlocked my chain, “ohhhh finally” I said to myself feeling relieved of being chained up there for hours, this would a perfect chance to escape, I tried to take off on my heels immediately I was released but I swept off from my feet and landed on the shoulders of one the men. I didn't even get a chance to plot my escape well, “Master Marcel is waiting, let's hurry up and meet him, before he gets pissed and you don’t want to see him throw a tantrum," the man carrying me on his shoulders said walking away from the group. They brought me outside and just threw me inside a black sleek car, the nerve of them to do that like I was a toy “hmph”. Well actually I was a toy now, come to think of it, how ironic. Marcel got into the back seat where I was. His presence gave me the chills, his cologne was more intense and mysterious as I got closer to the smell of him. His scent has a hint of danger and intrigue, but at the same it was also alluring and sophisticated. It smelled of the mixture of leather, tobacco, and amber. I could feel myself stepping into the shadowy world of the underworld, where anything could happen.As my nostrils kept on wandering away for more inhalation of the scent he gave off. “I could have you for dinner instead" he said with a straight forward that did not even flinch for a moment. I felt so embarrassed at his statement, I mean does anything get past his eyes? I wandered. “Or you don’t want that ?” He said as he turned to my direction and held my chin upwards making me look at him eyeball to eyeball. Now this is a hot devil I could swear, his hands on my chin made me melt, giving me the urge to do something stupid, I could not find my words, I can’t believe I was left speechless by the man I was supposed to hate. I shut my eyes and thought to myself, what does this man want, does he realize what he is doing to me, at this point I was loving this but why now and with this stranger. I’m supposed to hate this man and not feel intrigued by him at all but my mind was doing the opposite. “You have pretty skin, looking at you closely, guess I’m never wrong in my taste and my keen eyes never fail me”Marcel praised himself. now that’s narcissistic “ugggh not that too” My thoughts spoke to me, with my eyes still closed. He played his hands on my thighs, I felt his hand on them. They were smooth, my skin understood the touch as I felt sudden heat underneath, what was this man trying to do to me and here of all places ? I forced my eyes open and flung his hand away from my skin. “Stop that, you have no right to touch me as you please I’m not your plaything!” I blurted out. “Hahaha…” “How bold of you to say that, you're mine now and I can use you as I wish” with authority he said. I felt broken but that was true, he was reminding me that I am no longer free and can’t make my own decisions and that I was his property, the earlier I start getting used to this. The better for me and that hurt. “I’m going to leave to get a hold of yourself and time to adjust before we get home,cause from now onwards you play by my rules, got it?” “Y…yes” frightened me. “Now that’s better," he said , turning his face forward as he concentrated his view, looking straight at the cars that passed ours. The rest of the journey was followed in silence.