Damon’s POV The auction has started. I and my father were having seating in the VIP section as usual. From these kinds of auctions, my father has only bid once for a special painting and that was alone so he can give it back to its rightful owner. But his status doesn’t allow him to be anywhere but in the VIP section even if he is not a regular bidder. That meant the first row. One that we could see anything from. The auction took place in a theatre. It was owned by one of the attendees. Damon: When is this shit going to start? We have a real business to attend to! Michael: Could you please calm down? This IS business! I shrug at my father and return to look at the stage. My plan was to come here observe the situation and act accordingly so I can finally end this circus. But peace was the last thing I should be expecting to find in this place. A moment later I feel someone coming to sit next t me and unfortunately, he felt the need to make his presence aware to us. Richar
Damon’s POV Presenter: ONE MILLION THREE! Aaand! SOLD. TO THE MAN IN THE FRONT. The presenter points to Richard and some people turn to look at the place where he is pointing. Richard is smiling proudly as if he won the most important game of them all. Damon: That's just... Michael: I know Damon. But it's none of your business. Damon: ... I swallow down the lump of anger and disgust in my throat and try to focus on the next auction hoping for it to be the last in this madness. The two women leave the stage. Of course, the bidding "items" go to their buyers at the end of the auction. Presenter: AND NOW! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! PLEASE PAY ATTENTION! THE ATTRACTION OF THE DAY! A YOUNG FLOWER! A PURE GEM! A GIRL NOT YET BECOME A WOMAN! SHE HAS THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL! THE LOOK OF A GODDESS! AND THE PURITY OF A CHILD! PLEASE LET'S WELCOME OUR SPECIAL GUEST! The lights all focus once more at the center of the stage. All around the room I hear gasps some people even applau
Sarah's POV Ten million dollars? TEN MILLION DOLLARS?! My ears ring at the hearing of the price! That much money? Why would someone own that much money? Why would they be willing to give me that much money? Why would I be sold in the first place? When the price was heard the room nearly collapsed from the surprised gasps and even though I feel anything but disgust for the people gathered here and my "buyer" I can’t blame the vivid surprise as they all hear the amount of money that is going to be spent…on me. I don't know who "bought" me. I couldn’t see the audience clearly, all I could do is focus on the voices to figure out who the highest bidder was. And I did. I heard his voice. It was clearly a he, a man. A man with a serious, demanding, echoing voice filled the room with the demeanor of the winner. He almost sounded pissed that anyone else dared to bid on something that he owned. He should be between 20 to 30 years old. Not a day older. Even though when he shouted the
Damon's POV When the auction came to an end all I was thinking about was that young woman with her trembling body standing on that stage. She was dehumanized, humiliated, and most of all, scared. I couldn’t stand her look of fear and it was beyond my understanding how breathing human beings were able to perform such cruelty on others! One thing I knew for sure, she didn’t want to be here so only one possibility was real…she was forced to do this. The idea alone makes me sick and I feel rage awaking deep inside me. Newfound anger that when I visit me nothing god comes from it! All I could think about was her, I wanted to take her away from here, take her home, where she’d be safe far away from all those twisted people! As I stood up my father did the same but of course, we couldn't just leave quietly! Richard approach us with his stupid yet half-annoyed smile. Richard: The great Damon Tenner bid for a virgin? That's something you don't see every day! Who would have thought
Damon's POV I look at her and she lifts her head up allowing our eyes to meet. And they instantly lock...I can’t help but be amazed by the power of her gaze. Sarah: You are the one who... bought me? Her voice comes out as a cracked scared whisper. Damon: I was the one who bid for you and won, yes. Dark brown eyes stare at me and her lips quiver softly as if she's freezing. Damon: What is your name? Sarah: Sarah. Her answer is simple, short, and even a little bit reluctant. She is answering me because she has to, not because she wants to. For a moment I feel like trash for even taking a part in a situation like this, but then again I know for a fact I was the only one who meant no harm! Damon: Sarah it is. I say her name out loud and it seems like it is meant to be heard from my lips, and it does sound just right! I take a step forward and she takes a step backward. Damon: Hey, I know you are scared but I am not going to hurt you. Sarah: Are you not? Her vo
Damon's POV Sarah: You said you won't hurt me... Damon: And I meant it. I am going to keep my word. She nods her head sure this time that I am not a threat. But as soon as she does, it seems like all the remaining strength she had left abandons her body at once! The hand she, so protectively is pressing against her chest, falls to her as her eyelids close despite her control. The next thing I know she is about to fall only she doesn’t. Because I catch her, in my arms not thinking about it twice. Damon: Sarah! Shit!? She has fainted! Fainted in my arms, her body naked and vulnerable as it was moments before only she trusted me enough to let her guard down. I can’t betray that trust!? I quickly cover her with my coat, wrapping I around her the best I can without looking at her. I lift her up and carry her out of the room bridal style holding her body as close to me as I possibly can. Thinking that even in her sleep hearing my heartbeat might as well bring her some comfort
Sarah's POV My eyes flutter open and only when I wake up I realise until now I was sleeping. But I am not sleeping in my regular bed, wearing my regular clothes. My eyes slowly adjust to the light of the room and I look around at m unknown surroundings. The bedroom is probably bigger than our whole apartment. The colour on the walls is a warm tone of white, and a beautiful painting of Aphrodite is hanging from the wall across me right above the cabinet which is next to the nightstand. As far as the wall on my right goes there are closet doors and when I look to my left a wide balcony can be seen through the window doors and the curtains. This bedroom is absolutely beautiful, it looks like it came out of a magazine, yet it’s not mine. And neither are the PJ’s I’m wearing. It’s a silky vanilla white matching set that I am pretty sure I would never be able to afford for myself! But that is not what scares me, more the fact I got changed into these clothes when I don’t remember wea
Damon's POV -The night before- I carry Sarah to the exit ignoring some prying eyes that are interested only in Tenner’s new toy. That’s how they view her and it makes me want to send them all to hell! Yet I do some good job in ignoring them until we get into our limousine. The driver starts the car silently while I am sitting across my father with this sleeping beauty in my arms. I just can’t seem to let her go! Instead, I pull her closer to my chest, sharing some of my heat with her freezing body just hoping that she will feel safe even in her unconscious sleep. Cause God knows what I am feeling right now! Holding her, looking at her like she is a sleeping angel. Fuck! Stop having these thoughts, Damon! I am just being affectionate right? Nothing wrong with it! But towards who? That girl? That same girl who saw me as a monster and probably fainted because of fear that I’ll humiliate whatever was left of her? Or am I feeling fear? And then again fear of what? That she might