Sold To The Devilish Alpha

Chapter Five

Sophia's POV.

"Get up," one of the brusque individuals commanded as he lifted her from the ground.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I blurt, "Let her go!"

He turned his attention towards me, his gaze filled with audacity and a touch of heat, and smirked. "Feisty, aren't you?" he remarked.

In an uncontainable surge of anger and frustration, I mustered the courage to speak my mind. "You are utterly disgusting and devoid of humanity," I retorted, unable to suppress my annoyance.

He and his guards burst into laughter as if my words were the most amusing thing they had ever heard.

"f**k you!" I exclaimed, once again driven by an unknown source of bravery.

Suddenly, a searing pain shot through my left cheek. He had slapped me.

Before I could utter another word, he tightened his grip on my jaw, causing me to wince.

"Now, you listen to me, you brat. You will keep that mouth of yours shut and speak only when ordered to, or you will face the my worth," he hissed, shoving me away.

"You should consider yourself fortunate that you are profitable," he sneered. "Escort them and prepare them for the evening alongside the others."

"No!" I screamed as they forcefully dragged us away.

"Release me!" I desperately struggled against his hold, but what strength did I possess? I was no match for his overpowering force.

They treated us with such disregard, handling us like mere objects as they forcibly escorted us along dim and eerie corridors.

After what felt like an eternity, we finally arrived in a spacious room adorned with neatly arranged chairs, all facing a grand stage ahead.

My heart pounded in my chest as the realization dawned on me—this was the auction, the haunting truth we had desperately hoped to avoid. We were truly being sold.

No! It can't be, this must be joke.

Disbelief paralyzed my thoughts as I silently questioned the cruel hand fate had dealt us.

"Take them backstage and make them presentable," commanded the man, callously passing us over to another group of grim-faced henchmen.

We obediently followed, anxiety coursing through our veins like a relentless surge.

As we walk behind the curtains, the sight that greeted us was nothing short of a harrowing spectacle.

A pile of women, their heads weighed down in shame, were shackled and vulnerable, stripped.

I stared in horror stealing a glance at Emily who had the same expression as mine.

In that dizzying moment, I couldn't help but replay the choices that led me to this unfathomable situation.

Regret and self-blame swirled within me.

If only I had never fled from home, perhaps this cruel twist of fate would have spared me and those who shared my tragic fortune.

I'd rather die in my father's arms than be sold to stranger.

Why?

In a chaotic blur, we were prepared like the others, stripped of our garments and left utterly exposed.

Never before had I felt such acute shame and humiliation, as if every ounce of my dignity had been mercilessly stolen.

The sheer absurdity and senselessness of it all overwhelmed my senses, leaving me with haunting questions echoing in my mind.

What wrong have I ever done?

"Two million dollars," he bid Emily.

"Three million dollars," another man asserted confidently, his eyes fixed on her.

The auction was in full swing, and the weight of countless stares bore down on me, causing my unease to grow. I found it difficult to raise my gaze and address the crowd; fear and uncertainty gripped me tightly.

"Five million dollars!" A man's booming voice echoed through the room.

Beside me, Emily's despair spilled over into tearful sobs, a heartbreaking expression of her anguish. I felt a pang of helplessness, unable to console her or alter the course of events.

"One last chance for anyone else? Going once, going twice... and sold!" The auctioneer's voice thundered, officially sealing Emily's fate. She had been purchased by another, leaving me with a sinking feeling in my chest.

"Now, for our next w***e. This one is truly exceptional, meticulously chosen for the most discerning buyer. Let's start the bidding at a mesmerizing 10 million dollars," he announced, each word dripping with an unsettling gravity that sent shivers down my spine.

"Can I hear an 11 million?" The auctioneer's question lingered in the air, thick with anticipation.

"15 million," a man boldly proclaimed, his voice carrying a mixture of determination and a hint of arrogance.

"20 million," I heard someone say from the crowd. The lights from the ceiling were blinding my eyes, and the chains secured around me weren't making the panic inside me any better.

"22 million," another voice came through, making me more confused than ever.

"25 million," another followed, and then someone raised the bid to "30 million."

Did this people have anything better to spend on?

What was wrong with them? They'd put the money to better use than this.

My eyes welled up with new set of tears as I quiver. If I wasn't chained and unable to move a limb, I would have long gone left this place but who was I kidding?

I was saying something which was literally impossible.

"50 million?"

My heart raced as the numbers climbed rapidly before me, each bid pushing the boundaries of disbelief. It was as though the room held its breath, the tension palpable. And then, a chilling voice sliced through the stillness with an air of menace, "200 million." The words hung in the air like a threat, sending a wave of unease through the crowd.

Silence descended upon the room. In that suspended moment, our gazes locked. His eyes, dark and intense, seemed to penetrate into the depths of my being, evoking an inexplicable sense of vulnerability. The hardness of his stare sent a shiver cascading down my spine, stirring an instinctive response that I struggled to comprehend.

A voice resounded, breaking the spell that held us captive. "Can I hear a 250 million? Anyone?" The auctioneer's words echoed, signaling the crescendo of this nerve-wracking auction.

"Going once... going twice..." The auctioneer's voice trailed off.

And then, as if fate had decided its course, the declaration came, swift and final, "And sold!" The sound of the gavel hitting the table reverberated through the room like a resolute exclamation mark.

I am officially sold.