Auction day
1086 Words
That week was a blur of dread and overthinking.
And soon, the day they were going to be displayed and picked like market goods was here.
It was a very rowdy day like every auction day usually was.
The girls were taken to different dressing rooms in another part of the underground building.
Alissa looked at her carefully made-up face looking back at her through the mirror on the dressing table.
She almost admired herself but she couldn't when she remembered why she was being dressed up.
The beauty of her eyes were enhanced and they just enhanced the colour of her natural lips. A tinge of pink was added to her cheeks and her face was glowing a bit.
They didn't do too much. Just elevated her natural look but it was still very impressive how they could make someone prettier with just some colours.
But she felt like a goat being fattened up before she would go to be slaughtered.
The ladies were working on her hair now.
Trying to boost the natural curls and make It shinier.
Along with her in the room were three other girls at different dressing tables getting ready.
Soon the hired beauticians were done and the girls were asked to put on their clothes.
Which were thankfully different.
Alissa's own was a small dress that hugged her figure. It was grey and silver. Made to match her eyes.
‘They really are meticulous’ she thought.
It was a really short dress and once she put it on, she couldn't help but frown.
It showed her cleavage and the sides showed some parts of her waist.
Wasn't it bad enough that it was so short?
She sighed in exasperation. She didn't have a choice, did she?
She quickly put it on. During the week she did think of sneaking out to the bar or casino so she could meet James, her informant and friend.
But she didn't get an opportunity. The security was tighter than she'd ever known. It was as if they knew she would try to sneak out that period.
That damn Marcus. She knew it was all his doing.
Soon everyone was ready and they were asked to wait.
Some men entered the room after thirty minutes and all the girls were asked to follow them.
They walked through the big hallways. Used an elevator to a higher floor and took plenty of turns through many wider and cleaner hallways.
Soon they walked through a large heavily guarded door.
It looked like a large backstage. Many girls were already there. Put in cages or just in chains.
The lighting was bright and guards and men were everywhere, some carrying weapons. It was a mess.
Some girls were even sobbing and ruining their make up. The men were telling them to shut up and threatening some of them.
Alissa shook her head. So they were really gonna be treated like animals and put in cages.
Before she could take everything in, someone came and dragged her.
As the handcuffs and chain was being worn on her hands she saw a familiar figure walking towards her.
It was Mr. Marcel. He came to her. Folded his hands and sighed with a satisfied smile on his lips.
“You look breathtaking Alissa.” He complimented me.
But she didn't respond and just looked away with a frown.
She felt like s**t for not being able to get herself out of this situation.
He stepped closer to her “remember, you're the star of our show today, so do well to behave yourself and not try anything”.
He said with a smile though she could sense the threat underneath the statement.
She finally looked at him.
“Depends on your performance. If I get bored I might just stirr things up a bit. So you might as well make it fun”. She said in a sassy tone.
Marcel threw his head back and laughed. Amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Just brace yourself for the best show of your life”. After saying this he walked away while chuckling.
Alissa huffed. She felt like strangling that man. Too bad she didn't have the strength.
It was then time for the girls to go out one after the other to the stage.
She was given a number tag just like every other girl to be displayed.
She was number fifteen. The last person
Which meant fifteen girls were going to be sold. Just like that.
She was trying to listen if she would hear anything from the other side of the stage where the audience were. But she didn't have wolf hearing. She just sighed and waited for her turn.
Someone approached her. It was Sarah, her ex-room mate.
“Wow, you weren't kidding” she said with raised brows. A slightly surprised look.
“Yeah, what a shocker,” Alissa said with sarcasm.
Sarah just laughed and didn't speak again. She also waited her turn beside Alissa.
And soon Sarah's number was called.
“Number Five!! You're up. Hurry up!!”
A man yelled from the front.
Sarah sighed and turned to look at Alissa.
“I guess this is it,” she said with a forced smile.
“Even though we've been at odds most of the time. I really hope you do end up in a better place Alissa”.
Her number tag was yelled again and she just smiled bitterly.
Before Alissa could respond. Sarah quickly turned and walked away.
Alissa could tell she was just trying to be strong. Hell, she was too.
But she couldn't comfort another person if she couldn't comfort herself.
“You too”. She whispered to the hurrying back of her ex roomie, even though Sarah probably didn't hear.
After what felt like hours, she was finally called. The final person.
She sighed and straightened up. She went forward where one buff man took her chains and led her forward like he was leading an animal.
When she went through the door, it wasn't exactly the stage. This was the actual backstage. No wonder she couldn't hear anything from back there. It seemed soundproof.
Here she could clearly hear the commentator describing her as the special package. One of a kind and what not. Showering her with complements.
She scoffed. It seemed this was it. As she stepped forward from behind the big red curtain she felt like she was walking towards her doom.
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