WEIRD LINGRIES

Theo threw a piece of the shirt at her. It wasn’t particularly her shirt, she sensed. Running her fingers over the silk, she could feel it. Bringing it closer to her eyes, she realized it was a black shirt.

“Wear it,” Theo muttered, reaching for a leather electric shock collar. He sighed, watching her as she pulled on the shirt.

He walked toward her and pulled her neck close. Fastening the collar around her neck, he said, “Drake has a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. Short curly hair. Black-framed specs. Dark brown eyes.”

“Okay,” she whispered, biting her lip at the pinch of the collar pressing against her skin.

“Carson Meyer is the person you are sold to. He has dark brown eyes, no specs, and straight jet-black hair. It’s short, though. And you already recognize their voices, if I’m not wrong, right?” Theo turned around, holding the blindfolds.

“Yes, Theo,” she replied, keeping her voice low—most probably because she couldn’t speak boldly, knowing she was sold to someone who might kill her on a mere suspicion of betrayal.

“Good. I don’t know about the other men he might make you meet. It’s all on you. And trust me, he will kill you if he gets even a hint that you’re blind. So never—not even by accident—let anyone find out the truth behind these beautiful eyes. You understand?” he growled, grabbing her chin harshly.

“Y…Yes, Sir,” she stuttered, her tears threatening to flow. But she was strong enough to hold them back.

Suddenly, the door opened, and there they were again—Carson and Drake, ready to take their purchase out of the house. Carson stared at her as she lowered her head, even while blindfolded.

He sighed. “Getting her ready, you meant this?” he asked Theo, shooting him a cold glare.

Theo gulped, glancing at Drake, who, he was sure, wouldn’t help him understand what Carson meant.

“Ehm… I’ll get her a jacket as well?” Theo guessed, hoping it was the same issue as before—maybe the shirt wasn’t good enough.

“He means the blindfold and that stupid collar. She’s not a dog,” Drake said, pinching his nose and adjusting his glasses.

“Oh, sure. I’ll remove the blindfold,” Theo muttered, quickly untying it. “But the collar can’t be removed. It’s the policy of the purchase, Sir.”

Carson and Drake stared at him as if they would rip him apart for not removing it. The awkward silence grew heavy, making Theo tremble. He could feel his soul shivering inside his skin.

“Excuse me, Sir. We’re really sorry. But we’re just following the orders from above,” Julie entered, saving Theo’s life just in time.

“Take her to the car, Drake,” Carson said, ignoring Julie’s interruption.

Drake always followed Carson’s orders. He walked over to Luna.

“Let’s go,” he whispered, offering her his hand and gesturing for her to follow him.

“Here, Sir. The collar can only be removed after two simultaneous shocks. Don’t worry, it won’t do too much harm to the pur… girl,” Julie chuckled awkwardly, noticing Carson’s jaw clench.

“The contract?” Carson asked. Julie wasted no time handing it over.

Luna followed Drake’s lead, having no idea about the paths out of this auction house. She had never been outside before.

“Hold on. There’s a car ahead,” Drake muttered, stopping her from walking into the busy road.

Luna was startled. It sounded like he knew she was blind, but he didn’t react too much—almost as if he knowingly let it go. Drake opened the car door for her and guided her inside.

“There’s water beside the seat if you need it,” he said before closing the door.

“He would’ve handed me the bottle if he knew,” Luna shook her head, dismissing her thoughts. There was no chance anyone would know. She hadn’t even been to a hospital to be tested for blindness.

Suddenly, the other car door opened. Her heart skipped a beat as someone entered. From what she could interpret, he was wearing black and had something sparkly on his hand.

“Take the back route. I don’t want anyone to see her with that thing around her neck,” Carson spoke in his deep, gravelly voice.

‘At least his voice sounds young and sexy,’ Luna thought to herself. ‘But this will probably be the same voice I’ll hear right before the gunshot.’ She frowned at the thought.

Carson glanced over his shoulder. Seeing her frowning wasn’t something he expected, but he didn’t care much. She could be as sad as she wanted.

Soon, they reached the mansion. The car stopped, and Luna moved her head, unsure of what to do next. Carson quickly stepped out as soon as Drake opened the door for him.

When he glanced at the other side, he noticed the driver had already opened Luna’s door, but she hadn’t gotten out.

“Do you need an invite to get out of the car?” Carson raised a brow, his patience already running thin.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, stepping out and touching the car to figure out which direction to go.

“I’ll take her. You go ahead,” Drake said, watching her struggle with trembling legs.

Carson nodded and walked away. Drake moved over to Luna and gently took her hand, guiding her toward her room. It felt like he knew she needed help but didn’t say anything.

“That’s your bed, and that’s your closet on the left. The bathroom is on the right. Everything you might need should be in the closet, and if it’s not, tell the guy stationed outside your room. And don’t even think about walking around the mansion. Running away is out of the question.” Drake warned her sternly.

‘As if I wouldn’t!’ she scoffed internally. She was right—any normal person would want to stay far away from the mafia.

“Any questions?” Drake asked, raising his brows and pinching his nose.

She gulped, sighing. “Ehm… Is he going to sleep with me?” she asked innocently.

“Huh? Who?” Drake blinked, confused.

“Mr. Meyer,” she muttered, pressing her lips together.

“Uhh…” Drake stared at her before answering. “No,” he said, though even he wasn’t sure of that yet.

“Okay,” she replied, feeling slightly relieved.

“I hope not,” he muttered under his breath.

“What?” She stared straight into his eyes. He froze for a second but quickly recovered.

“Nothing. Change your clothes.” He forced a quick smile before leaving the room.

“Mr. Meyer?” Drake paused, startled by Carson standing outside Luna’s room. “What are you doing here?”

“To see her.” Carson didn’t owe him an explanation but answered anyway.

“Oh,” Drake said, awkwardly stepping aside.

Luna stopped midway to the closet. Clinging to the wall, she turned toward the sound of voices.

“What are you doing?” Carson asked, sliding his hands into his pockets. Seeing her cling to the wall struck him as odd.

“I… I was heading to the closet. Mr. Drake told me to change my clothes,” she replied, forcing a weak smile.

Carson noticed her trembling legs and breaking voice. He started to enjoy the power he felt. Even though she lowered her head before him, he knew he could make her look up.

“I have something I want you to try on,” Carson smirked, deciding how to toy with her. She wasn’t just some hooker who could demand rights.

She was his property now. He had paid three million for her. She should do at least this much.

“I… Okay,” she said, remaining still.

Carson walked to the closet and pulled out revealing lingerie in black and red. He was sure she would look stunning in them.

“Try these.” He threw the lingerie at her, and she somehow caught them. She felt the fabric and realized what they were.

Lingerie and thongs. She gulped, fingering the sheer straps. Was he planning to strip her down and take her the moment he bought her? What else did she expect—a Princess Diana treatment?