The Mafia Boss and The Baker

Chapter 4.

Oriana woke up with a groan, her eyes fluttering open and adjusting to the dim lighting above her. She slowly sat up, still groaning and internally cussing at the throbbing of her head. She raised her hand to grab hold of her head and she felt the weight on them. She blinked owlishly and looked down at them. Her eyes went wide at the thick metal bands on her wrists that had chains on them.

“What the f**k?!” Oriana jumped up but she went back down on her ass when her head met a hard surface, causing her to yell in pain. She dropped her head and held her head, hissing in pain. She cracked on eye open and craned her neck back to see that they were bars above her. This had her looking around and she saw that she was in a small cage. She looked down on her body to see that she was a sort of bra like cloth on her chest and some harem pants of sort that showed off her legs.

She noticed the other people in cages as well, some of them crying and sniffling. As if from afar, she could hear a voice calling out prices of some sort.

Oriana had a sinking feeling about where she was and she denied and argued with that voice in her head telling her that she was royally f****d.

The big door suddenly opened and Oriana’s head snapped to its direction. Men in black suits and masks that covered their entire faces walked into the room, each of them heading over to one cage. One of them headed over to Oriana and the young woman prepared herself to act.

The moment Oriana’s cage was opened and she was grabbed by the wrist and pulled out, she went into action. She stepped on the man’s foot, wincing when her bare foot made contact, and when he moved back a little, she aimed a heavy kick to his knee, once again wincing, and when he went down she gave him an upper cut.

Oriana made a dash for the door, the other man shooting some words the adrenaline filled woman couldn’t hear with blood pumping in her ears. She didn’t know how she was running with the chains on her ankles giving her small space, but she was. She came to a stop when she felt something pierce into her skin and the next thing she knew she was convulsing on the floor. In the back of her head she realized that she was being tazzed.

It was a blur after that. Oriana didn’t quiet grasp her surroundings as she was grabbed by two men after the tazer was switched off and the nubs removed from her back. She slowly came back into the present as she was dragged out through the doors and she had to close her eyes at the increase in lighting.

Oriana was dropped to the floor on her knees on what looked like a high raised platform. She blinked, groaning with her head bowed. Her muscles stopped convulsing, the pain becoming numb.

One by one the six over people that were in the same room as her were dropped to their knees one by one by her left hand side. Some of them were shaking and crying, some praying under their breaths as they looked around with wide, scared eyes. It seemed that they were behaving after seeing what happened to Oriana.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Introducing some fine specimen for today’s sale!” A voice said, being amplified by a microphone. “As you can see, they’re all beautiful and fit individuals, and of course, they have been tested for any diseases and came back clean.”

Oriana took a look around, her eyes narrowed as her eyes darted from one masked form to another. The room they were in was lavished and the people in it wore expensive clothes as they drank expensive wine.

‘f*****g rich people!’ Oriana snarled internally, her lips twisting into a sneer and her facial expression taking on a one of disgust and rage. Her reaction had murmurs ringing in the crowd.

“Now, let us begin the bidding!”

One by one, the people that were brought in with her were sold for high prices. The closer her turn got, the more her heart sank into the pit of her stomach. When Oriana’s turn finally came, the young woman had the pleasure of seeing people try to out bid each other for her. One person in particular was taking the lead. He wore a brown wolf mask and he had a strong build, the suit around him fitting. After minutes of bidding, it finally came to almost half a million for her head.

Oriana couldn’t help but gap in shock. The announcer asked if there was no one willing to counteract that bid and before he could hit his gravel in finality, a deep voice said out loud.

“One million.”

Everyone’s head turned to the voice and standing with his hands pocketed and without a care in the world was a tall fit man wearing a white wolf mask.

“Two million.” The man with the brown mask said, causing everyone’s head to snap to him.

“Three million.” That bored voice said nonchalantly.

The two went on until ten million. The man in the brown mask gave a shrug, huffing out a laughter.

“You win this time, H.” He chuckled out.

“Going once. Going twice. Sold to Mr. H fir ten million dollars!”

Before Oriana could comprehend the sheer insanity of someone buying her for ten million dollars, one of the men behind her walked forward and rendered her unconscious.

Silence. Pure, peaceful silence. And to Oriana that was suspicious. As one who have lived in chaotic environments that wake up with loud, booming noises as the c***k ass of dawn, that made alarm bells ring off in her sleep addled mind.

Her eyes fluttered open as she forced herself awake from her deep slumber. She blinked into unwilling consciousness, her sight blurry for some few seconds. Her tired consciousness realized that she was lying on her side on a mattress, her left arm out of the duvet and outstretched – and damn was soft! Her eyes lazed around, taking in the closed curtains and other items in the room.