Alexander Pov“I hope you had a nice time with your sister,” I asked, staring at Laura, who sat in one of the guest rooms.Just as I had instructed Madonna not to take her back to the cages, she needed to be fed well and cleaned well, so that in the coming days she would still look presentable to the buyer. “Yes, I did,” she responded as a tear escaped her eyes. “So why then do you still cry ?,” I asked as I moved closer to her. “I do not want to be sold anymore, I just want to be with my sister,” Laura said as she knelt down beside me. “What's all of this, you do not dictate if you are being sold or not. " I decided that, and nothing or no one counters my word. " There's nothing you can do about it, Laura, you can't change a thing, like I said, but you are here to fetch me some handsome money”, I responded as I stared at her.“I beg you, she is scared, she doesn't want me to leave,” she said as she pleaded for mercy.“I think I made the mistake of making you see her the other nig
Lucian's PovTravis and I had sat down in the sitting room as we talked about the fact that Bruno's brother had started searching for him.He only knew that his brother imported goods from other countries, but they didn't know who exactly he worked for. He had noticed that his brother hadn't been picking up his calls for days, and he decided to search for him.Travis explained that his brother had sat at the building where Bruno used to work to look for him and search around to see if anyone knew the whereabouts of Bruno.He wasn't aware of everything that had happened that night, but he knew that something bad had happened to Bruno.I couldn't hide my sounds as I stared at Travis. I didn't know if it was right to just go ahead and inform him that Bruno was dead, but I didn't know if that was the best thing to do. I didn't know how his brother was going to receive the news, but it wouldn't be nice to watch him all day coming to the building to search for Bruno, even though we knew tha
Naomi's PovLucian had gotten a call from Bruno's brother the next day, and he had accepted that they would give Bruno a befitting funeral, which Lucian had started making arrangements for. He had told his brother to inform their families and friends, including the people that Bruno had worked for. Lucian made sure that he had chosen one of the best cemeteries in the country, and had made sure he was able to buy a building solely dedicated to Bruno for being a hero and saving his life.As Lucian did this, it seemed like he felt a form of unease wash away, and he was able to breathe again. Before this time, he had always felt a pang of guilt and anything he slept. He had always seen Bruno in the dark pleading to him for help, but there was absolutely nothing that Lucian couldn't save him any longer. At times, Lucian told me that there were cases where he had forgotten that Bruno was dead.To fulfill his promise, Lucian made sure that he did everything possible to give Bruno a befittin
Naomi's P. O. VLife had a very funny way of making you grow stronger, you know. It would strip you off things that you needed the most, and leave you stranded, or hanging by loose threads to it, like a fucking over used puppet. It was the same case with my life; I had become nothing but a rag doll, playing in the silly theater called life, an actor in a large game of the world. Hate the game, don't hate the player, they said. But in my case I just couldn't help but hate both. It must've been the day time again, or perhaps night. I didn't know any longer, considering that I had lost track of time, a very, extremely long while ago. I now existed in an unknown plane, at an unknown time, probably unknown to the world. It should have bothered me, that I was probably unknown, and most likely forgotten by the world on the outside, but it no longer did. It no longer stung like it did, a few years back. But then again, it might not have had been years. I might've just been reliving the
Naomi's P. O. VI shut my eyes so tight and turned away, unable to bear the sight of what was going on. Their screams tortured me, and made me remember things that I tried my best to lock away. My eyes stung with unshed tears, each passing second making it harder not to cry as the sound of multiple cord whips sliced through the air like knives, before the sound of them landing on bare skin came. Then the screams followed. The boy and the girl begged; they begged for them to stop amidst tears. I didn't have to open my eyes to see that. Truly one could get used to their own pain and suffering, but never other's. Or maybe it was just me. Maybe I just still had that little sliver of humanity remaining in me, that made it impossible for me to bear the sight of the suffering and pain of others. Even when I couldn't do shit about it, I always wished that I could. But unfortunately I didn't own even my own life. The stupid mocking laughter of Albert and the others echoed within the large
Naomi's P. O. VI stood before him in my usual attire that they dressed me up in, anytime he requested for my presence; a light pink colored, strapless body tight dress, and some high heels. My hair was held up into a high ponytail, and there was light make-up applied on my face. I looked like what he wanted me to look like; a doll. A Barbie doll to be precise. That's how he liked his "toys". My eyes were cast down as usual, and a plastic fake smile was plastered on my face. He liked it when we smiled. In a case where we didn't, he would make sure to punish us in the most severe of ways. My whole body was already hurting, and the rod bruises we're just the icing on the cake. I didn't think that I could have handled more, so I'd rather be something that I hated with passion. The bright side of it though, was the fact that I had taken a shower, gotten all cleaned up, and my bruises were tended to. We all waited for the days that he would pick us, only for the anticipation of feeling
Naomi's P. O. VI sat in the tiny cubicle like structure, as water from the shower head above cascaded over me. The relatively warm water soothed my muscles, and merged with the slow tears running down my face, totally drowning them by making them a part of the water that dripped from my cheeks and face, to the floor. The events of the day flowed before me, like scenes of a silent movie playing in strips of films. My body ached all over, making me feel like I had gotten into a brutal fist fight, and got more bruises than I should have. Maybe I did get into s fight. How else was I to describe the way in which I was violently treated, if not as a one sided war? The only thing that I could do was take all the hits, all the torture. I could only lay motionlessly on any surface that I was placed on, before being made use of in every way possible. My heart wrenched at the memories; how had I become nothing more than a rag doll to fellow human beings? How had the world turned so twisted t
Naomi's P. O. VI stood there confused and shocked about the flood of girls that suddenly rushed into the showers, not able to reason what was going on. There were like a hundred girls of all ages in here, if not more, and all naked. I just stood there, unable to move due to fear that I would perhaps hit someone or something. I knew that I had to ask someone, or else I wouldn't know how to move, or what to do next. Nothing made any sense, and it wasn't an all that wonderful feeling to be caught unaware by your surroundings. "Hey, please excuse me..." I asked, trying to call the attention of a girl with long dark brown locks and beautiful large green eyes. She had to be a few years younger than me, perhaps seventeen or so. She had scars on her back and arms, most of them terribly fresh, the rest slightly starting to fade away. Looking at her carefully, I knew that I had recognized her from somewhere, for her face looked so familiar to me. That is when I realized that she was the
Naomi's PovLucian had gotten a call from Bruno's brother the next day, and he had accepted that they would give Bruno a befitting funeral, which Lucian had started making arrangements for. He had told his brother to inform their families and friends, including the people that Bruno had worked for. Lucian made sure that he had chosen one of the best cemeteries in the country, and had made sure he was able to buy a building solely dedicated to Bruno for being a hero and saving his life.As Lucian did this, it seemed like he felt a form of unease wash away, and he was able to breathe again. Before this time, he had always felt a pang of guilt and anything he slept. He had always seen Bruno in the dark pleading to him for help, but there was absolutely nothing that Lucian couldn't save him any longer. At times, Lucian told me that there were cases where he had forgotten that Bruno was dead.To fulfill his promise, Lucian made sure that he did everything possible to give Bruno a befittin
Lucian's PovTravis and I had sat down in the sitting room as we talked about the fact that Bruno's brother had started searching for him.He only knew that his brother imported goods from other countries, but they didn't know who exactly he worked for. He had noticed that his brother hadn't been picking up his calls for days, and he decided to search for him.Travis explained that his brother had sat at the building where Bruno used to work to look for him and search around to see if anyone knew the whereabouts of Bruno.He wasn't aware of everything that had happened that night, but he knew that something bad had happened to Bruno.I couldn't hide my sounds as I stared at Travis. I didn't know if it was right to just go ahead and inform him that Bruno was dead, but I didn't know if that was the best thing to do. I didn't know how his brother was going to receive the news, but it wouldn't be nice to watch him all day coming to the building to search for Bruno, even though we knew tha
Alexander Pov“I hope you had a nice time with your sister,” I asked, staring at Laura, who sat in one of the guest rooms.Just as I had instructed Madonna not to take her back to the cages, she needed to be fed well and cleaned well, so that in the coming days she would still look presentable to the buyer. “Yes, I did,” she responded as a tear escaped her eyes. “So why then do you still cry ?,” I asked as I moved closer to her. “I do not want to be sold anymore, I just want to be with my sister,” Laura said as she knelt down beside me. “What's all of this, you do not dictate if you are being sold or not. " I decided that, and nothing or no one counters my word. " There's nothing you can do about it, Laura, you can't change a thing, like I said, but you are here to fetch me some handsome money”, I responded as I stared at her.“I beg you, she is scared, she doesn't want me to leave,” she said as she pleaded for mercy.“I think I made the mistake of making you see her the other nig
Naomi PovLucian opened his eyes slowly as he stared around. He had another nightmare. This had been Constance ever since he got back that night. He had always seen Bruno whenever he slept in pain, crying out to me to help him, but every time he tried to help him, he just disappeared into the air. He sat up on the bed and stared around the room. It was morning again, but I could see how he couldn't stop thinking about all that had happened two days ago. It felt like it was real every time he thought about it.Travis knocked on the door as he walked into Lucian's room, where I stood close to him. He bowed his head as he greeted him before moving close to Lucian. “How are you feeling today master,” Travis asked with a smile on his lips.“I am very much better, thank Travis,” Lucian said, smiling at him. “I am glad you are getting better, sir,” he said with a smile on his face.“What about Marcus?” I asked, turning to him. “Marcus is good too, it's just that he is still a bit too we
Alexander's PovMadonna climbed up the stage majestically as she swayed her waist, seductively revealing her butts to the crowd. She then handed the documents to me on stage.I smiled, looking at Madonna. She must have thought that she was part of the girls that wanted to be sold off tonight,However, I knew her too well. She was indirectly scanning the room for a potential customer that would go down with her after the auction this morning. I grabbed the documents and lifted them up, showing the entire people in the crowd how authentic my document was.They all cheered on as they began to clap their hands loudly, no jokes. They were enjoying it all.I returned my gaze to the buyers again as I smiled, “This document, you should go through it, and sign under the category that you have fallen under,” I said, smiling widely.One of my subjects collected it from me and handed it to the man who wanted to buy Laura and Naomi for thirty million dollars.As soon as he was given the document
Lucian's PovAccording to what Naomi had told me, she had revealed that Travis had struggled to carry me on his back and as soon as he got to the bedroom, he dropped on the bed. Naomi also explained that she was in my room searching for some things when Travis dropped me on the bed. I knew she must have run quickly and held one so tight.It was exactly two hours since I was unconscious. I still laid on the bed without moving my body. Suddenly, I opened my eyes, and screamed out loud as I raised my head.I wasn’t in a coma, but I had still not slept like that for years, and it felt like as soon as my eyes opened, there was something that changed inside of me.My eyes darted around the room and began to pant out loudly. This was exactly when I literally saw the faces of the people that were around me. Most likely, I was able to recognize Travis and Naomi. “You should calm down Lucian,” Naomi said as she moved closer to me.Although I couldn't hear them well, it seemed like I was begin
Naomi's PovI had literally witnessed this every second till the break of the day as I stared at the clock in my room not able to get some sleep through the night. I was worried and I couldn't hide it.I was worried that something bad might happen to Lucian. I was worried that I didn't know what more Lucian was hiding from me. I was worried that Lucian still hadn't healed, and it was obviously a sign of danger.Furthermore, I rolled from one end of the bed to the other part as I tried to sway away the thoughts and get some sleep, but it wasn't just working.Not only that, but I wish I had gone along with them. It had been several hours since they had left the house, but there was no sign of their return. I had walked closer to the glass window in my room several times when I heard the horn of a car around.I had also been calling them several times, but they were not answering their calls. I had wondered how important the issue was that had left them not answering their calls. I had
Lucian PovThe man didn't speak a lot, it was just a few words. Although, I wasn't able to hear it clearly, However, I staggered and the next thing I saw was the man opening the door for Travis and me to get in.Well, I honestly should have been skeptical about the place, but I wasn't. It was just a relatable moment that someone knew there was nothing you could possibly do for yourself. At that point, anything was going to be accepted.As I walked into the room, I noticed that it wasn't just a room, it was something unexpected, just like the frontal view of the building looked ancient, but the inside of the house was a totally different thing.It was different. I couldn't describe it, but was confidently sure that it was different. I could still see even when my eyes seemed blurred at the moment. I also knew it was the effect of the poison that had caused me not to see well.I lifted my hands, as I tried to rest on some of the things around the room so that I would not fall off.I had
Alexanders PovWhat kind of game was this, who was playing games with whom ? I muttered silently as I looked at the man.“Who did you say you want?” I asked as I took a step closer, trying to hear the name he was going to call out again. “I want Naomi Stevens,” he pleaded as he smiled. The people in the crowd stared at me as they wondered what they were trying to say. They had all expected me to go in and get Naomi Steven. I stepped closer, scrutinizing the man. Naomi Steven had been sold to Lucian's Vlod; it was impossible for her to appear here.Yet, my gaze lingered on Laura, standing on the stage, her heart racing. This was a bad day, made worse by this crackpot's claim."I don't understand," I said, my voice firm. "What do you mean?"The man's expression turned serious, his tone aggressive. "You're not listening. Did you not see the records of her sale months ago?"I narrowed my eyes."I'm not blind. " I saw it clearly, the man said as he turned and let out a bark of laughter