Page 58 of Slaughtered Firefly
“No, Shaw will take you where you need to go,” she motioned to the man next to her as she spoke.
“Yes ma’am,” he replied as he grabbed my arm and we were walking briskly through the vast mansion halls.
Shaw was a handsome man, very charming and outwardly looked like a nice guy. I had no idea why he looked inviting, I couldn’t see past that to the monster underneath.
“Where are we going?” the question slipped out. I knew enough already to do what I was told, but my curiosity got the better of me.
“We have a spot that just opened up, for you,” he smirked as we rounded a corner and entered a large room.
I turned to head back out the door, but that wasn’t an option. Shock coursed through me as I looked at the naked women, children and men in front of me. They didn’t even look up.What was this shit?
Shaw’s death grip on my arm as he pulled me towards the front was unmovable. He shoved me into the line, grabbed the pistol off my waist and took a knife to my chin, then sliced all the way down my suit.
“Welcome to the business,” Shaw’s voice was way too cheery as I stood there cupping my junk. He slapped a metal wristband on my wrist, shoved something in my mouth and held my nose. Forced to swallow what felt like a pill, I gagged, bent over. Satisfied with my reaction, he tossed a gold mask at me and walked away.
I tried to walk towards the door Shaw and I had just entered from, but blinding pain had me on the floor in a matter of seconds. The mangled scream that came out of my throat was foreign. My foot touched the metal embedded plating in the floor, and it triggered the reaction.
“You won’t be going anywhere until you’re sold, just standing in line it’ll be a lot easier,” a tall guy with scars over one of his eyes commented. The sliver of his mask made it stand out.
Everything hurt. My brain was froggy or was it foggy? I couldn’t think properly, and the pain vibrated through my bones; my nerves were tense. I struggled to get onto my knees. The back of my head was wet, and I flinched when my hand came into contact with the wound. My chest felt tight as panic set in. No one told me this would happen, and after watching the events leading up to this moment, I was scared shit-less. Thank fuck that elephant dick was dead, but I feared for those worse than him.
I staggered into the line and stood with nervous glances all around. I can’t believe my first time would be with a complete stranger and in a room full of rapists, murderers and thieves.
“Sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine,”the intercom buzzed out, and I was pushed forward into the single door. The light on my wristband showed ‘sixty-nine’ what a fucking joke this has to be, but I gritted my teeth and moved forward. The pill I was forced to swallow had enough time to kick in, my dick was hard in my grasp. “Great some old lady is going to see my dick and think I am hard for her,” I muttered to myself.
The scar-faced man chuckled, “You hope it’s a old lady.” I looked at him with wide eyes, almost forgetting all the men who enjoyed other men, and I hurled over the line and vomited. “It’s easier once you’ve done it, and you could always kill someone,” he winked before facing forward again.
There was a stage set up and a podium. The woman in front of me was shaking as she walked. She looked too old to be here; her gray hair contrasted against the lights. I would have liked to think it was the coldness, but I knew better. With a black maskon her face, it was her death day. I shivered, touching my own mask.God, please save me.
Scarface was sixty-seven, and as he mounted the podium, his large package was on display and a scowl was set on his face. He didn’t look the slightest bit afraid, like he’d been through this a few times already.
“Alright starting at Seventy-five thousand,” the Joker-masked man upfront began the bidding. He must have had a bid because, next thing I knew, it was jumping in price.
“Do I have Eighty-five?” A nod later, and Joker raised again; the numbers climbed eventually in quick succession.
“Sold One million to the darling in the back,” Joker confirmed, and a bulky guy shoved him off stage.
Anxiety built within me as I was one step closer to my own auction. I tried to step out of the line, and the shock hit me hard. It wasn’t enough to knock me down, but it knocked the breath out of me.
“What we have here is all you can play stock,” the commentator announced, and the woman in front of me was shoved forward to stand on the podium, her eyes wide as she started to sob.
“Two hundred thousand for the lovely lady,” I heard the voice shout, but it all sounded muffled afterwards.
My heart raced, my eyes glazed over, and my throat restricted. The realization of what had already begun to happen took place. I was stripped bare. God, I was about to be sold off to the highest bidder and raped, beaten, who knows what else. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I made to run for it, but as soon as I stepped out of the line, the shock tendrils slammed into my veins. Fuck. That hurt like hell. Tears hit my eyes as fear clouded my brain.Please God no!
In a blur of motion and I was there, standing on that stage, the spotlight locked on my eyes, unable to see the bidders. Mydick cupped firmly behind my hands as I sobbed something incoherent.
I stood there, ears ringing eyes wide searching for a familiar face in the bodies I could see around the light, someone slammed something into the back of my knees the pain caused me to fall forward, my dick went flying as I caught myself on my hands and knees, the throb against my legs as embarrassment and fear came full force. The masked patrons held up signs, and I realized the bids were climbing. I pulled myself into a sitting position. Knees to my chest, trying desperately to hide the exposed parts of my flesh, I didn’t realize I had been rocking and murmuring. I just wanted this to end.
“Sold 7.8 million,” Joker laughed, and it finally clicked; this was over.
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SOLD
Eight years ago
My family just sold me as a “welcome to the business gift”. Hands grabbed my arms and stood me up.
