Irrational decision

CHAPTER 72

VALERIE'S POV

TRIGGER WARNING : SUICIDE*

"Exactly, this is going to be the start of your new life… As a slave!"

My blood runs cold as I try to imagine what is going to happen if I eventually become a slave. That would mean being sold to a random dude who would most likely be in his sixties with the iconic pot-like belly. I shiver in fear at the thought of being a slave to someone.

"Noo! Please, take me back home. Don't do this" I begged helplessly.

"There is nothing you could possibly do right now that would change my mind. Your name is already booked on the auction list for tonight. Your only hope is to pray your owner would be nice, which by the way is very much unlikely" he snickered.

"I did nothing wrong, just please let me go already" I pleaded.

"Shut the fuck up! I don't want to hear your whinings or I would not hesitate to leave a goodbye scar on that delicate body of yours" he threatened making me flinch back but remain silent.

"Now why don't you be more cooperative