Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
He sat me, still in a towel, at his butcher’s block kitchen table and made me one of the best Caesar salads I’ve ever eaten. I might have enjoyed it more if I wasn’t about to be sold off.
“Please,” I said, after finishing the salad. “Can’t you help me escape? I just want to go back home.”
Raymond frowned at me coldly.
“Save your begging and pleading,” he told me. “Nothing in this world or the next could convince me to cross your brother. Do you know I once saw him skin a man alive? Slowly.”
I felt sick and the words of Fake Kane’s text came back to me again.
“Kane is dangerous,” he’d said. And now I believed him, but it was too late.
“Look at it this way,” Raymond told me. “You’ll be starting a whole new life as the spoiled mistress of a very wealthy man. Only the richest men in the world can afford tickets to bid at the EBA. Whoever buys you will probably keep you in opulent luxury.”
“How can you be sure of that?” I asked.
“Because, I was once in your position,” he said. “I am one of the rare Male Omegas—I too, was auctioned off, though it was many years ago. And look at what I have now…”
He spread his arms, as though to indicate the entire house, which really was a very nice one.
“Do you think I could have gotten this on my own?” he asked. “My family was dirt poor—they could barely afford to feed me and my brothers and sisters. The man who bought me, an Alpha by the name of Drake Malbright—may he rest in peace—kept me in style for many years until he passed. And then he left everything to me.” He sniffed and his eyes were suddenly shiny with tears. “I still miss him.”
“Well, I’m glad your story had a happy ending, but that doesn’t mean mine will,” I pointed out. “What if someone cruel and abusive buys me?”
Raymond shrugged.
“If they pay enough for you, they generally won’t abuse you. At least, in my experience. I mean, you wouldn’t buy a Picasso and then deface it, right? Now be quiet—I need to get you dressed and styled. The auction is an hour away from here so we need to get moving.”
He wouldn’t listen to anything else I said and eventually threatened to tape my mouth shut if I didn’t stop begging for help. Finally I shut up while he dressed and styled me because I could see that he wasn’t going to budge.
And now it’s my turn on the auction block.
37
SUNNY
“Bring her up—she’s next!” the MC tells Real Kane. My brother grabs me by my elbow and shoves me from the backstage area into the spotlight at center stage.
I can barely see the audience because of the brilliant light shining in my eyes—I vaguely make out that the auditorium is only about half full and every one of the men in the audience are wearing expensive suits. They’re also wearing masks—black half-masks that cover the top half of their face and leave only the mouth and chin bare.
I guess the masks are for anonymity. If these are all super rich Were men, they probably don’t want to be seen at what’s essentially a slave auction.
Speaking of that, at least my hands are uncuffed. But I still can’t run away—and not just because there are too many guards around. What I’m wearing is completely obscene and would get me either raped or arrested in a heartbeat. And that’s assuming I could find someone human to help me—which is really doubtful in this crowd.
I wish I could cover myself, but Real Kane already warned me not to.
“Hands to your sides, little sis,” he hissed in my ear as he shoved me on stage. “Show off the goods. If nobody buys you tonight, you’re coming home with me and I’m going to fuck the shit out of you!”
That was enough to make me keep my hands to my sides. No matter who buys me, it has to be better than going back home with my sadistic big brother who apparently has no qualms at all about committing incest.
Still, I wish I could cover myself. The deep red gown I’m wearing has a plunging neckline that shows my breasts. And I mean the nipples too. In fact, I’m wearing a kind of demi-cup corset type garment which points my bare nipples up and out, so the nectar that keeps flowing from them drips on the ground at my feet instead of on the gown, which is apparently quite expensive.
Down below, the gown doesn’t get any better. It has a high slit up the front which puts my pussy on display as well as a split up the back, which shows my ass.
Instead of panties, Raymond made me put on a kind of harness with a single gold ring in the center. The ring fits around my clit and the straps spread me open, which lets my “honey flow freely” as he put it.