Page 6 of Owned By Frank

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Page 6 of Owned By Frank

Seconds later several guys enter from the stage bringing the poor girl's body with them.

Those who are left, including me, screamed in terror at the sight of the poor bloody one. One of the guys in the room comes up to us and grabs Sasha's arm.

- No Gracie! Gracie please! - cries the brunette. I hurry to stand up and take her hand.

- Easy, easy. Whatever you do, don't resist, don't run, Sasha, don't run!

- That's enough! - one of the sturdy guys covers my mouth tightly and sits me down again abruptly.

I close my mouth and keep silent to hear what is going to happen to her.

- Cuban, years old, brown hair, honey colored eyes, thin, tall and virgin - this one concludes.

Then the auction starts, everyone offers money, amount after amount until it gets sold.

Everyone applauds the winner and in a matter of seconds the brunette comes out shaking with fear. Behind her, a tall, muscular, dark guy comes out, wears a formal suit, and when he sees his purchase shaking, he takes off his jacket and places it on the young woman's body carefully.

The brunette sees me and smiles at me with relief, I almost cry back. I just hope that guy is not a rogue.

The sale continues. Girl after girl.

I wait and every second the nerves take over. Then it's my turn...

- Get up. - The one with the scars orders me.

I do what he says, he guides me to the steps of the stage and then slowly and carefully removes the handcuffs.

- Go up - order.

I sit down and start to climb the steps carefully. At the end of the steps, there is the microphone guy, he offers me his hand and I take it. He guides me to the middle of the stage.

The light from the spotlights is focused only on me, everything around me is dark but that does not prevent me from seeing those present.

They are all men. They all wear elegant suits. They are all accompanied by backguards. They all hold wine glasses. All are comfortably seated. All of them are of different ages, but what scares me is that they all wear smiling rabbit masks.

- Italian, years old, brown hair, medium, thin, blue eyes, certified purity, best of the best for last, let the sale begin! - says this anxious man as he takes off my mask.

A tear falls down my face as I wait for the next thing.

Everyone sighs in surprise when they see me. Then seconds later, everything is completely silent...

- One million! - says one.

- Three million! - shouts the other one.

- Seven million! - the next one attacks him

- Eight million! - can be heard in the other corner.

- Ten million! - This time, it is the voice of a young man.

Everyone is silent. Shit! What is all this?!

- Ten million going once. Ten million going twice, ten million going three... Sold!

Everyone releases curses with disappointment.

I try not to cry and gather my strength to give my buyer a face.


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