Sold

**Emily’s POV**

“Mother, please wait, no!” I cried out with my arms stretched out in front of me, “Do not leave me alone!” Just as I was about to touch her, her head fell off her neck with a sizzle of blood following suit.

Lurching back, I screeched…

I woke up with a jolt to realize that it was a dream. And that I was lying naked on the cold cemented floor with my arms and legs clasped together by cold metallic chains. 

Thankfully Laurel lay beside me, naked too, and fast asleep.

“Laurel, wake up” I called softly, shaking her limp body. I gasped softly when my eyes caught sight of her battered skin as she sat up.

“What happened to you?” I asked, resisting the urge to openly stare at the large slices of welts across her back,

“Alpha Marcus happened,” she replied, calmly.

She looked pale and tired, but from the stubborn set of her chin, I knew she didn’t want to talk about it.

“Where are we?” She asked, looking around.

Her question made me finally take a good look at our environment. We were in a large steel bird cage, and in front of our cage, there was a similar cage with three girls sleeping in it.

“We should be in the dungeons,” I mumbled, but she shook her head with a force that scared even me.

“We’re not anywhere close to home, you see those girls?” She pointed at the three girls sleeping, “They’re not members of our pack, we’ve been sold!”

I didn’t want to believe her at first, but the wild look in her eyes and the environment we were in forced me to. We were far from home; this place didn’t even smell like home!

Moments later, the loud laughter of men coming from a distance got us sitting up; even if we were to be attacked, we needed to be prepared.

"The sleeping princesses are finally awake!” A large, ugly man said from the door of our cage, “Philip come see ‘em!”

My ears pecked as I heard more shuffling and an uglier man stood smiling in front of our cage.

“They’re still so fresh,” Philip said with a psychotic grin on his wide face.

“They’re needed in a few seconds.” The other one, whose name I didn’t know, said to Philip, as if in a bid to shake off whatever day dreams he had of us.

“We can be quick, we won’t leave a scratch on their bodies,” Philip intoned.

With a predatory look on his face, he opened the door to the cage and stalked in.

“We won’t bother about leaving bruises on this one, she’s bruised already,” The other said with a laugh while Philip snorted in disgust, loosened his belt and turned to look at me.

“This one is lovely,” He said simply, “let’s fúck her before she gets auctioned.”

“What if her buyer notices?” The other asked.

Philip looked thoughtful for a while, then suddenly brightened up when an idea struck him.

“Then let’s mouth fúck her,” He said, they both glowered with self pride as they forced me to go on my knees.

“Please!” I begged, but they laughed more as I did.

I noticed how the noise woke the three girls sleeping in the other cage, and was stunned at how they ignored us like I wasn’t about to be r*ped. Ignoring my pleas, Philip unzipped his fly, pulled me by my hair and shoved his dirty pénis into my mouth.

As if that wasn’t enough, the other crouched beside me, whispered dirty nonsense into my ear and inserted his finger into my vagina.

I closed my eyes as Philip thrusts in my mouth began to accelerate and the other pumped his finger harder in my centre. 

I couldn’t take the degradation anymore. In anger, I pressed my teeth down against his pénis and reveled in joy when his pained screams filled the air.

“You little piece of—” He started, raising his hands to hit me, but he was stopped by a voice coming from the doorway.

“And what the hell do you both think you’re doing?” The deep authoritative voice snarled.

They were both startled for a millisecond, jumped and rushed out of the cage without meeting the intruder’s stormy gaze as they scurried past.

“Dress them up, and take them to the auction.” The intruder commanded a group of people behind him, who helped Laurel and I up. And walked us into a room full of other girls who were around my age. And were also stark naked.

“I’m sorry, Emily.” Laurel whispered as soon as we were left at a corner of the room.

I turned to look at her with a frown. “What for?”

“Because I couldn’t help you earlier,” she replied sadly. In return, I squeezed her hands, gave her a reassuring smile and shrugged like it wasn’t much of a big deal.

“I know this isn’t the right time to say this, but today’s my birthday.” I said.

As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt tears drop from my eyes, and I couldn’t help but remember how much I had wished for my eighteenth birthday.

***

After we had been bathed, we were made to wear bikinis and make up, and were ushered into a large glass box which was filled with girls dressed like us. They were standing unmoving under the harsh glares of wild fluorescent lights.

That was when I felt it. A wild ticklish sensation crawling over my skin; it felt as if tiny needles pricked my skin in a pleasurable way. The sensation jumbled my mind, making it impossible for me to pay attention to the things happening around me.

"Emily Silver, 18 years old…” The host’s voice trailed off as my mind went off again when I felt the piercing stares of someone, "Bidding price starts from five thousand US dollars!”

“Six thousand dollars!” A voice screamed from the end of the room.

“Ten thousand!” Shouted another.

The ticklish sensation seemed to override my senses making it quite difficult for me to remain on my feet. My eyes wandered through the crowd continuously, looking for the source of my discomfort, but I couldn’t find anything.

"Fifty thousand dollars!” Another shouted.

“Fifty five!” The first man countered.

“Seventy!” A middle aged man sitting at one of the front seats yelled.

“Ten million dollars!” Someone drawled from the farthest corner of the room, and everywhere fell silent.

“Ten million going! Going… gone!” The host yelled in a rather too excited voice.

“Emily Silver sold to the highest bidder for the sum of ten million dollars!” Just then my buyer waved his hands and our eyes locked.

Steel gray eyes met with my toffee brown eyes.

At that moment I knew, I just knew that he was the source of my discomfort.

And not only that, he was my mate.