บททั้งหมดของ Sold to the Mafia : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 4

The man's hand on my chin steadies my head as he ensures that every set of hungry eyes in the room as a clear view of my face. I let my expression remain unreadable, even as their gazes crawls over my skin like filth. The first bid comes fast. "Fifty thousand." A voice from the left rings out. The slicked back hair man gleams like he has already won. The expression causes my stomach to turn. "Sixty," another counters.The numbers then begin to climb, being tossed around the room like poker chips at a high-end table. Seventy. Eighty. Ninety. My price raises with each greed and with every call, the air grows thicker, more suffocating. I am nothing more than an investment to them. A possession. A thing to be bought and claimed. I swallow back the bile burning in my throat. The women seated in the room sip their expensive drinks, some feign disinterest, and others watch on with sharp and cruel eyes. They are just as complicit in this as the men, perhaps even more so. They know what

A shower is what I need before whatever comes next. The place is too much of an upgrade to pass up a moment of comfort plus I need to think. I push the bathroom door open and enter, the luxuriousness of it almost brings me to tears, I haven't seen a real bathroom in so long. Back at the pit, all the girls shared a communal shower under the perverted gaze of guards. Now standing here, the sleek countertop and the giant tub feels like a distant dream. The marble floors and soft lighting is almost too much to take in. I close the door behind me, the quiet sound of the lock clicks in place in the otherwise silent room. I stand for a moment and just take in the space. The shower looks like something straight out of a magazine that is wide, open and with floor-to-ceiling glass and a rainfall showerhead. This is the kind of privacy I've craved for the longest. I run my hands over the smooth stone of the sink. For a second I think about just getting on with it and go downstairs like he wan