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"Is item no. 7 ready?" One of the auctioneers asked the staff members.

"That no face girl? Yeah. We've been taking good care of her."

The men on the other side of the open door talked about me. They started calling me no face girl for I always kept my face hidden behind my hair. You can't blame me for this. It became a habit when my aunt starting beating me up for 'exposing my face.' She would scratch it if I let my face show.

She hated how uncle looked at me. Is that my fault? I hated the way he looked at me too.

"Bring her out. It's her turn." The guy in black ordered some guards and they came to take me away.

I didn't resist.

Why?

I think I've had enough beating.

Every time I resisted I was smacked.

It was the same thing like back in aunt's house. The only difference is these guys didn't hit me on the face.

***

"Presenting our 7th item. This is now not just an item but a live being."

Cheering. Loads of it. The audience loved a fresh new piece they could play with.

"She is trilingual. Pretty. Young. 20 years of age and a virgin."

More cheering.

The lights went off and I was thrown on stage and shackled in the middle.

My eyes refused to focus when the bright lights were suddenly thrown on me and I closed my eyes shut and hanged my head low, letting my hair fall to my face again.

Will they beat me again for doing this? They had pretty roughly combed them back to let the audience see my face. Well. Whatever.

Seeing me people starter whispering.

"Let the bidding begin."

No cheers. Only more whispers.

"Do we have any buyers?"

I didn't look, just kept my head down.

"25,0000!"

"30,0000!!"

"58,0000!!"

"89,0000!!"

"10,000,000!!!!"

Wow! People sure are rich.

"10,000,000!!! Going once!! Going twice!!!! Annnnnnd sold!!!"

The curtains fell and everything went dark again.

The guards picked me up and took me back stage again but in a different room than I was before.

The guy in black approached me again and smirked saying.

"You deserve another beating for not letting the audience see your face but you're no longer our property."

He roughly grabbed my hair and placed a collar around my neck. It fit perfectly like a choker.

He then let go and backed away.

"If you try refusing any of your master's orders you'll get punished with this."

He showed me a remote with 3 buttons on it.

"Depending on how angry he is. Your choker will send a shock wave in your body, enough to not kill you."

He gave me his dirty smug smile.

"Better be on your best behavior."

****

I sat quietly in the basement of my 'master's house.'

I don't know how I got here.

The last thing I remember was listening to the auctioneer.

A few minutes later the door behind me opened and someone walked in and stopped right behind me.

"Turn around." He said and I did what I was told as I stood up.

Although I doubt he could see my face but I could see him clearly.

Tall, handsome with perfect body proportions. Black hair and light brown eyes.

He stood in front of me with a dominating aura.

With a key in his hand he gestured me to raised my hand cuffs and I did.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked calmly as he freed me from those heavy weights

"No..." I said as I looked at my wrists which were red.

The sudden contact of his hand with my cheek startled me.

He brushed my hair back gently and lifted up my face to look at it.

There was something in his eyes as he said his name.

"Darius Hill."