Chapter 3- “Sold!”
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“Sold!” Those words, firm and final against her ears as the crowd went into a loud cheer. She wanted to get out of there. Out of the too much revealing dress they forced her to wear and out of an intense pair of dark green eyes, they almost looked like gray. Like the clouds on the day her heart died. She wished for none of this but if wishes were horses…
Pure lust and a particular dead pan gaze. Ivy scrubbed off her body so much they threatened to bleed. Her tears were not rolling down her cheeks since they probably didn’t exist anymore. Devoid and numb of complete emotion, but like an unsettling dark thought around her head. Who was her buyer? For a million euros?
Who was Killian Carter?
Seven years in this weird underworld, and Ivy barely knew anyone. She kept to herself— messy bun, broken glasses, the whole nerdy package. Even her roommate, who was more of an acquaintance, wouldn't talk about her buyer. They were all shadows, scary guys everyone knew about, except Ivy. She was counting down the days— just one more night. She was leaving tomorrow. Crazy, but she’d miss this strange, twisted family.
She groaned, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Hey, is anyone out there?" "Can someone grab me a towel?" "Mine's gone!" she yelled, horrified at the thought of anyone seeing her naked. It made her sick, but worse, it brought back awful memories. She didn't want to think about that stuff, not now.
Ivy's voice was barely a whisper as the door creaked open. Heavy breathing and footsteps got closer, making her skin crawl. The guy's voice was menacing.
"Open up, sweetheart…" he started low and creepily, then yelled. "You can't hide from me!" "I'm taking you!" Ivy recognized the voice—Marcus. Her heart pounded. The guy she once trusted was a monster. His words were like a knife.
"What the hell?" Ivy whispered, terrified. "You're not the guy I thought you were." She felt desperate, remembering their past.
Marcus just groaned and gasped, losing control. "Come on, Ivy… just make a sound." "Give me something," he hissed, making her want to throw up. Ivy felt like she was in a nightmare. She knew now—Marcus was a predator hiding behind a nice guy. Her job, once exciting, now felt like a trap.
"Why are you doing this?" she cried, her voice cracking. "What happened to the man I knew?"
Marcus laughed, a chilling sound. "You never really knew me, Ivy. I've always been this way. And now… you're mine."
The door groaned, about to break. Ivy knew she had to get out of there. Her heart hammered in her chest. "Please, Marcus… stop," she begged, her voice tiny. "You're scaring me."
Sliding down to the floor, Ivy had her knees weak, her arms wrapped around them, mumbling as her mind vividly old hunting memories. "Does Marcus want to hurt like they did to Lady Ann? Or am I also going to be taken away forcefully like they did to my sister…? Sera was yelling that day... Should I yell as well? But I can't seem to speak or breathe...
The heavy banging Marcus made now sounded like a blue, now real horrifying tears were rolling down her cheeks, "sera made it look so easy to give in to death... But I... I don't want to die..."
"It's scarier than it looks...
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