Page 28 of Quiet Confessions: Part Two

Wait… we were auctioned early?! What does that mean, and who bought us?

Isabella grins as we stumble down the stairs, being hustled by the guards.

“I had to move up your selling date,” she sighs as she walks beside us. “Apparently, word is spreading that you two are with us, and Nixen was a little premature in giving you to me. Oh well, it’s only by twelve hours. If anyone comes to look for you, you’ll be long gone. Enjoy your new home!”

We aren’t even given clothes as we’re hustled into a white panel van and forced to sit on the floor. The chains are shortened more and then padlocked to hooks in the floor. And then… the door is shut behind them.

“What the fuck just happened?” I gasp.

“I think your friend told someone that he saw you,” Rooke whispers, his eyes filled with sadness and dejection. “Baby, I don’t know where we’re going or who bought us, but I want you to know that I love you so much.”

“Stop,” I whimper, tears escaping my eyes even faster. “Don’t say goodbye to me. I love you, too. We can do this. No matter what. You hear me?”

Rooke nods, blinking hard as the doors to the front of the van are opened. Unfortunately, I can’t see who is up there, but they drive like maniacs. Rooke and I are thrown around the back no matter how much we brace, and the only thing tethering us is where we’re attached to the floor.

When we finally stop, Rooke and I are sprawled on the floor in really uncomfortable positions. The door slides open, but my hair is in my face. Pushing it away, I see a woman with bleached blonde hair and green eyes staring at me.

“You’re so pretty,” she says in a creepy voice as she climbs into the van with us.

“Letty! Hurry up, woman! Don’t make me come in there and whip the three of you!” a man yells.

“Shit!” she hisses, scrambling to unchain me. “Earl, I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m going to need help with the big one. I didn’t realize how large he was when I saw him in the video!”

Fuck, the auction was live streamed? I can only imagine the kinds of bids they must have received. How much money do these two have to be able to afford us?

Yanking me up by the chain after disconnecting me from Rooke, she pulls me out of the van behind her. My legs are trembling so hard I fall out of the vehicle, scraping my knees.

“Get up! He’s coming,” Letty says, and I force myself to find the strength to stand.

Earl, as she called him, has a pot belly, and swaggers toward us.

“Take her inside, Letty. Get all of that shit off her face. I want to know what my hard-earned money bought without the paint,” he snarls.

“Yes, sir,” she says softly, taking off so fast I yelp as she drags me behind her. I’m barefoot and I can feel the asphalt tearing at my feet as I run after Letta.

“Come on, come on. I don’t want to make him mad,” she complains as she walks into a pretty two-story house. From what I could see on our mad dash, there’s no other houses near us, and I think I saw a barn to the right of us, too. It’s hard to focus on anything as she hustles me upstairs, because all I can wonder about is what horrors the beauty of this place is hiding.

Pushing me into a bathroom, she turns on the water. “Go wash yourself. I won’t have auction filth in my home,” Letty says. I still have a handcuff on my wrist, which is what she was using to drag me by.

Throwing soap at me, she closes the glass door before leaving. I’m freezing, soaking, and barefoot, so I do as I’m told. Rooke is somewhere in this house, and I can’t leave until I know he can run with me.

Letty seems a bit traumatized and crazy, while Earl is a bully. By the time she returns, I’m fairly certain my face has been scrubbed clean of makeup, and the rest of my body is clean.

Letty helps me out as she turns off the water with a towel in her hands. Instead of giving me the towel, she dries me herself. It feels so awkward, especially as she drops to her knees to dry my legs and lower body. My face flames with embarrassment and shame as her fingers drift a little as she dries my body.

“So pretty.” She sighs, then stands. “For now. Pretty things tend to break so easily.” Grabbing my hair, she pulls me to the mirror. “Do you know what the difference between you and me is?”

“What?” I whisper, my teeth chattering. It’s freezing in this room, and the cold water from the shower didn’t help matters.

“Earl is married to me,” she growls. “He may think you’re pretty, hell, he may even fuck you, but he is mine.”

I want to tell her that she can keep him, and that I don’t want any part of that man’s dick, but keep my mouth shut again. There’s something so very wrong with these two.

“Letty! Stop staring at the girl. You better keep your hands to yourself!” Earl yells.

Apparently, this is a pattern that they have, and I wonder how many men and women have come before me. They’re so comfortable in this routine, I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that there have been many.

“We’d better go.” She sighs.

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