MALAYINA
June 02 2018
True to his word, Amar has managed to lure his grandfather into the country. He has arranged a fake auction for young girls, bringing the most corrupt and filthy rich men out to play.
He said he wants to clean up the streets if he is to become the new Don of the Diamandis Family business.
He won't stand by and watch his men degrade females while tarnishing his name.
Vanko, a.k.a. Mini Hulk, has recruited a group of guys to maintain security and notify the authorities when the time comes for me to eliminate the old bastard who stole my life.
If Vanko's calculations are correct, it should take the cops roughly forty minutes to swarm the joint given our location on the outskirts of the city.
Amar and Vanko have sworn to me that everything is in order and that all I have to worry about is playing my part by acting like I am drugged and I have no recognition of the man I'm about to execute.
When Mr Diamandis entered the country, Amar took me to see Caddie for the final time before she packed her things and left for Australia.
When I questioned her what's prompted her hasty escape, she refused to explain, and I knew she was torn on the inside.
Between wanting to stay with Vanko but feeling compelled to flee at the same time.
I told her that I will visit the first chance I can and that I will check in on Chad from time to time.
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So,
Here I stand, on the podium with the spotlights casting down on me. I slightly turn my head to the side, squeezing my eyes shut.
I try to picture my mothers face and my hands curl into tight balls when all I see are black blobs.
How can I miss someone if I can't even remember their face?
I feel like a fraud, selling something I have no rights to when I yell and scream at Amar. Blaming him about robbing me of a mother, a father and a future where sucking dick wasn't my only option.
I cry, telling him I miss the smell of my mothers' shampoo and her sweet voice as she'd sing me to sleep at night.
I know it's not Amars fault, but once I start cursing, I find it hard to stop.
As I continue to stand on the podium in nothing but a lacy bra and matching thong...
I feel vulnerable and numb.
I begin to wonder if this is how the girls being trafficked feel?
Like your skin is crawling with insects manifesting into goosebumps and all you want to do is scratch and pick at your body.
Someone pushes me and I stumble forward as my eyes spring open. I squint, my gaze wandering over the mob of men sitting in expensive suits, smoking cigars and sipping on liquor with a sick twisted smile on their faces.
I look to the back and my eyes collide with a pair of emerald green irises that make me squirm at night while I bring myself to climax underneath my sheets.
He's been giving me the cold shoulder lately and I ain't mad at him for doing so.
I am aware that I have been a bitch to him, but my inner Goddess has been pleading for his attention and yearning for his touch as the days pass.
He shifts, his back to me, as he engages in a lengthy chat with his grandfather.
"One thousand dollars!" A man in the back of the room calls out, starting the bid.
"One thousand and three hundred." Another voice calls out.
I start to feel a tad offended.
This is my life they are bidding on and that's all I seem to be worth in their eyes.
"Eight thousand!"
Now that's more like it.
I groan, attempting to avoid glaring at Amar and his grandfather. As the lights begin to make me feel overheated, I sway on my feet with sweat beading on my skin.
I wrap my arms around my torso, trying to play the innocent type of girl who has more than just her dignity to lose.
"Nine Thousand!"
"Nine Thousand five hundred!"
"I'll have her for Twenty Thousand!" Mr Diamandis rises from his chair with a cigar in his mouth.
Another man attempts to stand until he is confronted with a gun pointing at his head, at which point he quickly reclines.
"This one is mine!" His voice is rough as he starts walking towards me with a smirk on his face.
He holds out his hand, "Geia soy omorfi." (Hello beautiful.) He says in his mother tongue.
I quickly shoot a glance to where Amar is sitting, he stands, shoving his hands in his pockets and he gives me a curt nod.
With my body slightly trembling...
I place my hand in his and allow Mr Diamandis to help me off the stage as he picks me up in a bridal fashion when I reach the last step.
He rubs his nose in my hair, "You smell like your mother." He breaths out.
My body goes tense as repulsion gnaws at my exposed flesh. I concentrate on my breathing as he exits the auction arena and walks down a dark corridor. He passes three rooms until he comes to a door with a purple sign on it.
Amar told me before he loaded me up in the white van with the other girls that he left a razor taped to the side of the bedside table and a gun taped under the table by the toilet.
While I continue to act as though I have been drugged, I let my body go slack when he dumps me on the bed.
"I'll be right back. Don't you go anywhere, princess." He chuckles as he turns away and enters the bathroom.
I wait until I hear the tap running and I get off the bed, removing the razor blade from the bedside table. I insert it into my mouth, pressing it on the roof of my mouth, and resume my position on the bed.
He exits the bathroom minutes later wearing nothing but his boxers. He walks over to the trolley in the corner of the room, which contains a big assortment of liquor in crystal bottles besides matching tumblers.
I watch with narrowed eyes as he pours himself a three-finger high scotch whisky and downs it in one fluid hit.
He does a little shimmy as he walks towards me, humming. When he reaches the end of the bed, he picks up my foot and starts to peel my heel off. He takes his time, removing the left heel first then the right.
"You won't be needing these." He hums, climbing on top of me.
He reaches behind his back and kisses my neck as he bends down. "I know Amar has been in love with you for a long time." He titters, pressing a gun to my head.
I gasp with shock.
"He's always taken me for a fool." Snarling, he pulls back and looks towards the door, pressing the gun harder against my temple.
(Enter!) "Esiago!" He commands with his voice full of menace.
The sound of the handle turning and the door opening fills the room.
"Let's see how he will react while he watches me fuck you." He snickers.
I shift my eyes towards the doorway to see Amar and Vanko being pushed forward with guns pressed to the back of their heads.
They kneel at the end of the bed with their hands behind their head and a snarl leaving Amar's lips fills the room.