Page 101 of Heir of the Beast

I still have nothing to say to her.

Laura faintly smiles and walks away.

What just happened?

I feel a pang of sadness for Laura, seeing the vulnerability in her blue eyes.

I glance out the window again and see Siren being led inside the complex with the stride of a man who gets what he wants.

A shiver slides down my spine.

This mission is just getting harder and harder by the minute.

Chapter 22

Okay, so, I am tan.

I laid in a tanning bed for five minutes, and I kid you not, I came out a beautiful golden goddess. I don’t think I have ever been this dark before in my life. After one use, I now look like I’m from Brazil, booty and all.

Apparently, tanned skin is all the rage here. The older men dig it.

Bile rises in my throat as I picture the old coons getting excited.

I sigh as I look in the mirror.

I look hot, and it’s a damn shame I am up for auction instead of on vacation somewhere, showing off to my man.

The man I want to impress couldn’t care less what my skin color is because he is currently unable to wake up.

“Get to warm-up!” Spit flies in my face from Brenda the orc. ~What the ever-loving hell~? I am convinced she was on the set of ~Lord of The Rings~. She has more warts than a bullfrog.

I give her an I-will-slit-your-throat-given-the-chance smile and make my way to where all the women are lined up waiting for their turn to entice the bidders. Or be killed.

Everyone is trying to stay positive. I hear some giggling and frown in confusion when I spot a group of girls peeking through the curtains at the large round stage. Have they lost their minds? Maybe.

This is anything but a good time, and I actually feel sick. I saw a few girls hysterically crying earlier when the highest bidder bought them.

If nothing else, I will try to shut this down. Pierce said that this needs to get stopped to tip the scales above 50 percent on the Fairy Godmother graphs. This slavery ring is out of hand, clearly.

I grab onto a pole and lazily swing around it, wishing I was somewhere else. This fantasy just became a nightmare in a hurry.

We all look like harem girls in our scandalous belly dancer outfits with jewels and bangles. I glance at myself in the mirror and cringe.

I picked the most understated outfit, but the opposite happened.

There were tons of vibrant colors and fabrics, so I went with the muted tan color. I tried to find the ugliest color, but when I put it on, it just gave the appearance of me being naked.

The tan is shimmering and transparent in places, accenting my tan body perfectly. The damn thing is gorgeous, to my utter horror.

I tried to switch, but the orc would not let me.

“You will have everyone bidding on you,” Laura says behind me.

I glance back and eye her outfit choice. Sky blue silk, very pretty with her blonde hair. “Excuse me. You look like an innocent princess. I think men like this thrive with that sort of look.”

She cringes. “Shit. Maybe the red would have been a better choice.”

“Well, we are supposed to look good, right? We have to get Eltson to bid on us.” I take a breath and feel dread overcome me.

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