My father stood in the corner of the room while two men who were apparently doctors flanked me on either side. Dr. McDowell, the man which my father had brought back with him from checking me in, and a Dr. Bray. McDowell was tall, had dark hair and a bored look on his long face while Bray was shorter than me, which was saying something since I was only 5'5." He had mousey brown hair and was very serious looking.
I chewed my lower lip, looking everywhere but at the doctors or my father as Bray took my blood pressure. We were in a room that looked exactly like what you'd find in a hospital. White walls and ceiling, tiled floors, two small beds and a countertop full of containers that held things like cotton swabs, wooden sticks, some metal instruments and gloves.
Getting here had only taken a couple minutes, but the quiet from before made it feel like we were miles away from the goings on. McDowell had led us to one of the elevators and I'd watched the numbers count up as we went down to the third basement level.
"Any diseases in the family?" McDowell asked, making notes on his clipboard.
"No," was my father's curt reply.
"Behavioral issues?"
"No."
What do they think I am, a mutt being put up for adoption?
"Any other kinds of illnesses?"
"No."
McDowell looked up at that. "You've had her tested for STIs, or autoimmune diseases?"
"She was cleared of all autoimmune diseases at the time of her last paneling about a few months back. And there's no reason to test for STDs." I stared at the floor, fuming at the way they were talking about me as if I wasn't even in the room.
"She's untouched?" McDowell's eyes turned to me, sizing me up. The heat of his look burned like someone had thrown coals in my face.
"Yes." My father said tersely.
"You're sure?" Bray's squeaky little voice piped in. "Teenagers can be sneaky."
"She's been under lock and key," my father said simply, sounding bored with this type of questioning.
"No chance she ever got out?" McDowell was still looking me over like he couldn't believe that I'd behave myself if I was ever alone with a man. I glared at him for acting like I'd be no better than a mindless cat in heat, escaping and running the neighborhood just to mindlessly fuck whatever guy crossed my path.
"She's never without her guards," said my father, annoyed now.
"Guards who you could trust not to touch a young, helpless girl?" Bray sounded doubtful.
"Test her, if you must," my father said simply. My eyes shot up to him, wide and pleading, hoping he'd take back those words.
"If you want that to factor into her price, we have to be thorough," said Bray.
I shook my head quickly, begging my father to tell them to skip that part of the examination.
"Be quick," was all he said, completely ignoring me. He folded his arms and leaned against the wall, pulling out his phone.
Both men nodded, McDowell, who'd had his nose buried behind his clipboard until now was the one who placed his hand on my shoulder and pushed me back while Bray pulled out foot stirrups which he then proceded to rest my feet in. I pressed lightly against McDowell's touch, but he only pushed me down harder. I tried pulling my feet out of the stirrups but I felt Bray grab my ankles and slam my heels back into them, strapping them down, saying, "Since you won't cooperate..."
Faster than lightning, McDowell's hands were sliding up the underside of my dress and pulling the red panties down my thighs. I closed my eyes tightly, willing myself not to cry. Not to kick or punch and thrash like every fiber of my body screamed at me to do.
I felt McDowell's finger trail along the outer edges of my opening, my thighs tried to press themselves together, but Bray's hands held my knees apart and I wanted to scream at the two men. I could feel McDowell's breath between my legs and my whole body squirmed out of disgust. The thought of that man touching me the way he was. One of his fingers inserted itself lightly, and felt its way around, my insides churning. I felt like I was going to puke. McDowell let out a grunt of affirmation.
"Hymen is intact," he said simply, standing up and swapping places with Bray. I glared at the two men. then at my father whose eyes were still glued to his phone. I looked back just in time to see McDowell suck off his finger, shooting me a degrading sneer. Bray leaned down, repeated McDowell's actions, only much quicker which surprised me. I thought he'd be more of a pervert than his partner was. I looked down as Bray backed off, relieved to see that he was at least wearing gloves unlike McDowell. The shorter man reached down and unstrapped my feet from the stirrups, and let me sit back up, the taller doctor already back to his clipboard.
"I envy you, Mr. Şahin, she's going to fetch you quite the price tonight," McDowell said off-handedly, holding out a few papers to my father. He took them, glanced down at them for a moment, then once he was satisfied, shoved them into his briefcase as well.
"If that is all, gentlemen," my father said, ignoring the man's statement about my price and heading toward the door. I didn't even wait for the order, I slid off the chair as quickly as possible, holding the panties up around my thighs as I ran up behind my father and rushed through the door on his heels.
Aiden, Lenny, Leanne and the three werewolves were waiting for us outside the door, Lenny's eyes immediately went to my thighs along with the three werewolves' as I finished pulling up the skimpy red article. He raised a mocking brow at me but I just glared at him. The hired muscle all stayed quiet, but I could see them all sniffing the air. No way would I admit to what just happened to me in front of Aiden.
"Knock that disgusting look off your face, girl. Demure. Weak and vulnerable. That's the way you look from now on," my father grumbled as the elevator door dinged and opened for us.
"It's time to play your part, and you better not disappoint."
The room was loud in a subdued way. There was a constant buzz of chatter, but no one single voice stood out from the rest. I looked around, trying to look meek rather than nervous as all Hell. My hands were shaking, so they were currently clasped together behind my back to hide that from view. Every time a person walked past us, my eyes shot to them as I immediately reached for my magic, just to find it missing still. I tried, and failed, to erase the images of the runes that covered my cuffs from my memory. "Ah, hello Mr. Skinner, Estrada and..." My father trailed off, shaking hands with the two men whose names he knew before holding his hand out to the third and youngest man in the group. "Whittaker," the younger man said, looking pointedly at my father's outstretched hand before he folded his arms over his chest in a clear dismissal. A dangerous glint flickered through my father's eyes for a quick moment before he dropped his hand, all pleasantness again. I wasn't
"Mr. Nordberg, can I help you?" My father, despite having a werewolf who looked half out of his mind towering over him like he was naught but a five year old, stood there, steadfast and unblinking as he held his hand out to Lathan. Father really knows no fear... Lathan's eyes kept drilling into mine, "Get out of my way," he growled at my father. I wanted to shrink back from his intensity. "I can't do that, you see, you're scaring my charge," he said simply, pulling on the chain that held my cuffs, lifting my hands with the movement. Lathan's eyes dropped to my hands in a similar gesture as Whittaker's earlier and I glanced at the platinum-haired man again real quick. His eyes were locked on Lathan now, confusion and disbelief clouding his handsome features. He looked on the verge on lunging at the new male that had joined our little group. What's that all about? I wondered briefly before my attention was drawn back to Lathan and my father. "You see, Mr. Nordberg, this girl bel
We found the spot that was reserved for time slot 50.For me, I realized, swallowing hard.The viewing seats were located on a darkened platform connected to the main stage by stairs that led down into the lit center of it all. Where they had us sitting was dark enough that it would black us out from the audience should they wish to. Looking up, there were dozens of lights that pointed in all different directions."Spotlights," whispered a voice slightly behind me to my right.I looked back at the older man, chewing my lip.Glancing back up at the lights when he just stared at me with a goofy smile on his face. They were probably used for when each lot number was initially called and we'd be strutted across the stage to show the buyers the goods. Leanne had described to me in detail what would happen and what would be expected of me.I felt like a piece of meat being put on display in a butcher's window. A very rare piece of meat, at least. I allowed myself to think, remembering the
Reese's POV"All of it goes on her," his Alpha's voice said over his bluetooth."You go it boss," Reese responded quietly along with the confirmations from the other four members that were also on the conference call. Not all of them were able to communicate telepathically, so the use of phones was necessary.Honestly, not many people knew about the telepathic means of communicating anymore, it was something that had been forgotten by most over the centuries of adaptation and magic loss. Reese had been a skeptic of it even being a thing before he'd taken the oath, joined the pack the way the Moon Goddess had intended and had found out firsthand that he could hear the other stronger pack members in his head. Some of the mid tier members were able to communicate telepathically, only if they were in their wolf form. Some couldn't even then. And then the most unlucky of them couldn't even access their wolf skins.The inability for some of them to be able to communicate that way, or even c
Prudence's POV As soon as the man's voice came over the speakers, the entire room fell silent and the lights fully dimmed. My talkative neighbor and I were in complete darkness with the rest of the slaves. "Everything will be ok," the old man said from behind me and I don't know how, but a calm settled over me. I nodded, forgetting he couldn't see me and continued to stare out towards the congregation of rich assholes who believed they had this right to sell and use people. "It will be ok," my neighbor in chains repeated and another wave of contentment hit me. "Tonight is going to be one special night," the man who was hosting the event continued. "In fact, I've a feeling it's going to set the new precedent for future events. Records are going to be set, pockets are going to empty! I can feel it in my bones!" he declared with such enthusiasm I saw people lean forward in their seats out in the audience. The night's purveyor was somewhere in his forties, and so energetic that I knew
I wrung my hands in my lap as I stared back at Lathan. I was his mate, right? According to all the old texts I'd had to study over the years about werewolves, a fated mate was something special to them. A rare gift that they believed came from their beloved Moon Goddess. So rare they'd do anything for them. So, would he make sure I got out of this safely? Would he do anything to ensure my safety? I wondered, my stomach roiling with nerves. "-later on in years, but still has many more years of service to offer! He's done it all, from kitchen duty, maid service, butlering, even bedroom tasks are in his repertoire, and high ratings from what I'm told. You don't want to miss out on this item! Bidding starts at fifty." I chewed my bottom lip as I waited for someone to put their paddle up. Hoping it would be someone who looked kind at least. The purveyor asked a few more times for fifty before lowering it. And lowering it. And lowering it... Down to twenty grand and no one raised a padd
Reese's POV "Don't look at the succubus," Came the order through his earpiece. Reese gritted his teeth, deciding instead to focus his eyes on the man, woman and boy that he'd been told to watch. Nothing serious had really happened with them this whole time aside from the salty tears Reese could smell coming from the boy. When he'd looked, sure enough, Reese had seen a couple drip off the boy's nose onto the ground, though he did a good job keeping his head down to hide them. He must know the mage girl personally somehow, Reese thought to himself. "Nordberg is bidding on this one," Taylor's voice sounded in his ear. Reese refrained from looking at the man to see for himself.Taylor was one of the Pack that wasn't a werewolf, but that didn't diminish her importance to the group one bit. She took on one of the most dangerous jobs our Alpha ever asked of us. And she did it daily and with no complaints. She was constantly infiltrating enemy ranks like she was one of their avid followers
The last of the time slots seemed to pass by so slowly. My heart was pounding ridiculously loud in my chest, mimicking the beat of each footstep the purveyor took across the stage as he talked up the audience over each "item" before he'd begin calling out numbers and declaring the new master of each slave based on who was most willing to dump out the highest amount of their dirty money from their pockets. The whole thing was making me sick. "Forty-eight," he called out and I swear my head vibrated with those words as they hung heavily in the air. So close. We were so close to my number being called. I was barely following along with the proceedings. My mind was a jumbled mess but I tried to pay attention to the current being up for sale. The slave, in this case, a male vampire who could manipulate some things, some ways at some times. I didn't know. The words were all a muffled noise in my ears, the movements all blurs that seemed to simultaneously be speeding by while also crawli
The last of the time slots seemed to pass by so slowly. My heart was pounding ridiculously loud in my chest, mimicking the beat of each footstep the purveyor took across the stage as he talked up the audience over each "item" before he'd begin calling out numbers and declaring the new master of each slave based on who was most willing to dump out the highest amount of their dirty money from their pockets. The whole thing was making me sick. "Forty-eight," he called out and I swear my head vibrated with those words as they hung heavily in the air. So close. We were so close to my number being called. I was barely following along with the proceedings. My mind was a jumbled mess but I tried to pay attention to the current being up for sale. The slave, in this case, a male vampire who could manipulate some things, some ways at some times. I didn't know. The words were all a muffled noise in my ears, the movements all blurs that seemed to simultaneously be speeding by while also crawli
Reese's POV "Don't look at the succubus," Came the order through his earpiece. Reese gritted his teeth, deciding instead to focus his eyes on the man, woman and boy that he'd been told to watch. Nothing serious had really happened with them this whole time aside from the salty tears Reese could smell coming from the boy. When he'd looked, sure enough, Reese had seen a couple drip off the boy's nose onto the ground, though he did a good job keeping his head down to hide them. He must know the mage girl personally somehow, Reese thought to himself. "Nordberg is bidding on this one," Taylor's voice sounded in his ear. Reese refrained from looking at the man to see for himself.Taylor was one of the Pack that wasn't a werewolf, but that didn't diminish her importance to the group one bit. She took on one of the most dangerous jobs our Alpha ever asked of us. And she did it daily and with no complaints. She was constantly infiltrating enemy ranks like she was one of their avid followers
I wrung my hands in my lap as I stared back at Lathan. I was his mate, right? According to all the old texts I'd had to study over the years about werewolves, a fated mate was something special to them. A rare gift that they believed came from their beloved Moon Goddess. So rare they'd do anything for them. So, would he make sure I got out of this safely? Would he do anything to ensure my safety? I wondered, my stomach roiling with nerves. "-later on in years, but still has many more years of service to offer! He's done it all, from kitchen duty, maid service, butlering, even bedroom tasks are in his repertoire, and high ratings from what I'm told. You don't want to miss out on this item! Bidding starts at fifty." I chewed my bottom lip as I waited for someone to put their paddle up. Hoping it would be someone who looked kind at least. The purveyor asked a few more times for fifty before lowering it. And lowering it. And lowering it... Down to twenty grand and no one raised a padd
Prudence's POV As soon as the man's voice came over the speakers, the entire room fell silent and the lights fully dimmed. My talkative neighbor and I were in complete darkness with the rest of the slaves. "Everything will be ok," the old man said from behind me and I don't know how, but a calm settled over me. I nodded, forgetting he couldn't see me and continued to stare out towards the congregation of rich assholes who believed they had this right to sell and use people. "It will be ok," my neighbor in chains repeated and another wave of contentment hit me. "Tonight is going to be one special night," the man who was hosting the event continued. "In fact, I've a feeling it's going to set the new precedent for future events. Records are going to be set, pockets are going to empty! I can feel it in my bones!" he declared with such enthusiasm I saw people lean forward in their seats out in the audience. The night's purveyor was somewhere in his forties, and so energetic that I knew
Reese's POV"All of it goes on her," his Alpha's voice said over his bluetooth."You go it boss," Reese responded quietly along with the confirmations from the other four members that were also on the conference call. Not all of them were able to communicate telepathically, so the use of phones was necessary.Honestly, not many people knew about the telepathic means of communicating anymore, it was something that had been forgotten by most over the centuries of adaptation and magic loss. Reese had been a skeptic of it even being a thing before he'd taken the oath, joined the pack the way the Moon Goddess had intended and had found out firsthand that he could hear the other stronger pack members in his head. Some of the mid tier members were able to communicate telepathically, only if they were in their wolf form. Some couldn't even then. And then the most unlucky of them couldn't even access their wolf skins.The inability for some of them to be able to communicate that way, or even c
We found the spot that was reserved for time slot 50.For me, I realized, swallowing hard.The viewing seats were located on a darkened platform connected to the main stage by stairs that led down into the lit center of it all. Where they had us sitting was dark enough that it would black us out from the audience should they wish to. Looking up, there were dozens of lights that pointed in all different directions."Spotlights," whispered a voice slightly behind me to my right.I looked back at the older man, chewing my lip.Glancing back up at the lights when he just stared at me with a goofy smile on his face. They were probably used for when each lot number was initially called and we'd be strutted across the stage to show the buyers the goods. Leanne had described to me in detail what would happen and what would be expected of me.I felt like a piece of meat being put on display in a butcher's window. A very rare piece of meat, at least. I allowed myself to think, remembering the
"Mr. Nordberg, can I help you?" My father, despite having a werewolf who looked half out of his mind towering over him like he was naught but a five year old, stood there, steadfast and unblinking as he held his hand out to Lathan. Father really knows no fear... Lathan's eyes kept drilling into mine, "Get out of my way," he growled at my father. I wanted to shrink back from his intensity. "I can't do that, you see, you're scaring my charge," he said simply, pulling on the chain that held my cuffs, lifting my hands with the movement. Lathan's eyes dropped to my hands in a similar gesture as Whittaker's earlier and I glanced at the platinum-haired man again real quick. His eyes were locked on Lathan now, confusion and disbelief clouding his handsome features. He looked on the verge on lunging at the new male that had joined our little group. What's that all about? I wondered briefly before my attention was drawn back to Lathan and my father. "You see, Mr. Nordberg, this girl bel
The room was loud in a subdued way. There was a constant buzz of chatter, but no one single voice stood out from the rest. I looked around, trying to look meek rather than nervous as all Hell. My hands were shaking, so they were currently clasped together behind my back to hide that from view. Every time a person walked past us, my eyes shot to them as I immediately reached for my magic, just to find it missing still. I tried, and failed, to erase the images of the runes that covered my cuffs from my memory. "Ah, hello Mr. Skinner, Estrada and..." My father trailed off, shaking hands with the two men whose names he knew before holding his hand out to the third and youngest man in the group. "Whittaker," the younger man said, looking pointedly at my father's outstretched hand before he folded his arms over his chest in a clear dismissal. A dangerous glint flickered through my father's eyes for a quick moment before he dropped his hand, all pleasantness again. I wasn't
My father stood in the corner of the room while two men who were apparently doctors flanked me on either side. Dr. McDowell, the man which my father had brought back with him from checking me in, and a Dr. Bray. McDowell was tall, had dark hair and a bored look on his long face while Bray was shorter than me, which was saying something since I was only 5'5." He had mousey brown hair and was very serious looking. I chewed my lower lip, looking everywhere but at the doctors or my father as Bray took my blood pressure. We were in a room that looked exactly like what you'd find in a hospital. White walls and ceiling, tiled floors, two small beds and a countertop full of containers that held things like cotton swabs, wooden sticks, some metal instruments and gloves. Getting here had only taken a couple minutes, but the quiet from before made it feel like we were miles away from the goings on. McDowell had led us to one of the elevators and I'd watched the numbers count up as we went dow