Page 98 of Heir of the Beast

I feel my body jump and jilt as I am pulled to the left. We are turning and slowing down, most likely arriving at our destination of doom.

The main commander, named Baulk Sel, informs me that I will take part in beauty rituals to boost my value. The large auction takes place in three days and much is to be done.

My black eye is healing nicely, and my broken collarbone will mend. Mort says that this auction is a very big deal, like the Olympics of sex trafficking. Makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about it.

Where is Liam Neeson when you need him because mine’s in a coma.

The door to my little jail on wheels opens and I hear men shouting, making me flinch. I’m dragged out, and as the blinding sunlight hits me, I quickly take in my surroundings.

Men with obnoxious looking weapons are everywhere, but what I am not expecting to see is the most stunning beachside compound. This is like a drug lord’s dream, owning a palace fit for a king.

My heart is pounding. This will be a nightmare to escape from.

There is a lot of wealth and money here, and something tells me that this is all under the radar, or tainted blood in high places, if you know what I mean.

I wonder if this planet has its own version of the dark, tainted souls of the Illuminati.

The cloth is yanked out of my mouth and tossed aside by one of the men in black. I swallow and cough, my mouth feeling like a desert.

I glance to my left and see Laura being hauled out of a similar-looking compartment looking exactly how I feel.

My eyes widen when I spot a long line of women who are chained together and being led into the compound. The guards appear to be abnormally large with creepy looking black masks on.

I shiver, fear taking over my body. I am normally not a nervous person, but these guys are quite disturbing. One walks up to me, and the skin under the mask appears burned. Red and angry.

I have my lifelines, I remind myself and take a deep breath.

“Move, Princess!” a man shouts behind me, making me jump.

I am walking now, following the long line of women, when sadness overtakes me. Some of these women are young, too young. They do not have the luxury of having lifelines—this is their real life.

Maybe, if nothing else, Pierce can score me a grenade that I can throw into a room full of the rich, evil bastards.

We are taken into the grand marble entrance and led down multiple towering hallways. It’s not until we get about six flights of stairs down that I get really scared.

Everywhere I look is either marble or golden accents, giving this exotic place a feeling of immense wealth.

I swallow as I am thrown into a surprisingly lovely room with Laura of all people. But hey, misery loves the company, and I would rather be with her than by myself.

I think I throw up a bit in my mouth at that horrid thought. Laura will take getting used to.

I quickly survey the room, which has several different, very spa-like beauty stations. A large hot tub-like bath is to the far right of the room, taking up a lot of space.

There are several weird beds with creams, muds, masks, and a massive station for hair and makeup. I take a breath. Like show ponies, they will make us nice for the picking.

I hear Laura make a sobbing noise and glance at her. She is also surveying the room, her arms crossed over her body like she is holding herself.

“We will get out of here,” I say quietly.

She looks at me. “What for?”

“Well, I, for one, do not want to get sold to a crusty old man with a fetish for whips and chains.

“~50 Shades~ is only hot because he is an attractive billionaire. Otherwise, it would be a top story for ~Dateline Tonight~ titled, ‘Nasty Pervert on the Loose.’”

I see her mouth twitch before her RBF sets in.

She grunts. “We can just use our lifelines. This is not real life, you know.”

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