Page 3 of Darkest Sin

Another hand flies up. “Eight.”

“Nine.”

My stomach starts to crawl.

“A million,” the virgin kink asshole fires back.

Fucking hell. I can’t watch.

Spinning around, I grip the bars of my cage, struggling to breathe as I try to block out the auction behind me. Tears well in my eyes as it all becomes too real. I’m being trafficked—sold to a high-end purchaser to do with as they please.

I brace my head against the bars, feeling a panic attack coming on as I will myself to take slow, deep breaths. The thought of these monsters relishing in my tears makes me sick. I need to be stronger than this. I can’t allow them to break me.

The first girl goes for just under two million dollars, and as the word “sold” comes from the auctioneer, I hear the girl let out a pained sob. Knowing there’s not a damn thing I can do to help her, I don’t even bother turning around to find her purchaser or to get a look at her face. All it’s going to do is leave me with nightmares.

A tear falls to my cheek as the auctioneer moves on to girl number two, Brittany, and my hands shake violently against the bars, knowing I’m next. The bidding starts, and as I go to wipe my tears away, I feel someone’s stare on my face.

It’s intense, and I lift my teary gaze to the back of the room, and right there, deep in the darkest corner and away from the bidding, I find a man covered in shadows. He’s tall with dark features, Mediterranean maybe. It’s hard to tell from so far away. All I know is that there’s something dangerous about him, something that warns me to run in the opposite direction.

Those dark, piercing eyes seem to penetrate right through me, capturing my stare and holding it hostage. He’s too far away to hold a conversation, but even with this distance, the silence between us is deafening.

My heart races, and he refuses to look away, the intensity growing by the second. He doesn’t try to look at my body, doesn’t try to gauge what kind of fight I’ll put up in bed. He simply stares back at me with those lethal black eyes.

The name Misty rings through the warehouse, and my eyes widen with fear. Breaking my stare away from the scary stranger in the shadows, I whip around, my gaze locked and loaded on the auctioneer.

Men stare at me from all over the room, and my legs quiver as I try to stay still.

“Do I hear five hundred thousand?”

The old fucker with the broken nose grins manically as he raises his hand. “Five hundred thousand. Right here.”

Fuck.

Bile rises in my throat, and if it weren’t for my sheer will to get out of here, I would have let it come out.

“Six hundred,” is heard from across the room, and my eyes whip back and forth, trying to keep track of who’s bidding what.

“Seven.”

“I’ll take the bitch for eight,” broken-nose guy rumbles, his dark gaze shifting back to mine once again. A fucked-up smirk crosses his bloodied face, silently telling me that he’ll take this right to the end just so he can be the one to have the pleasure of ending me.

My stomach sinks with each new bid, and I watch with wide eyes, taking in the slew of twisted men who fix their sick gazes upon my body. I wonder just how much fucking me into submission is worth to them.

“Nine hundred.”

“A million,” Broken Nose throws back, the confidence in his tone making me want to tear his testicles out through his throat and strangle him with them.

“A million, one.”

“A million, two.”

Each new bid tastes like poison on my tongue, and I watch broken-nose guy closely as hesitation begins creeping into his stare. He’s almost at his limit, and that’s proved only a moment later when he raises his hand again. “A million, two fifty.”

The auctioneer shakes his head. “No half bids, Sir. Can you give me a million, three?”

“A million, two fifty,” Broken Nose argues.

“You know the rules of my auction. I’ll accept a million, three. Otherwise, bow out and make room for the real bidders.”

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