My New Life

Chapter 4

"124" the speaker boomed again and I was dragged by a tall muscular man, whose face was covered by a black and white scarf, matching his outfit.

I was placed in another cage, a smaller one, in front of countless men. I was told to bend and show my curves, which I obviously refused to do. I gasped in horror, falling to my knees as I felt a current of electricity passing through my body.

"Son of a bitch" I muttered as I regained my composure. That metal plate I was standing on was capable of shocking me if I didn't follow their orders. It suddenly dawned on me why they didn't give me any shoes.

I was forced to follow all their orders, bending to show my cleavage or turning to show my ass, while the devils cheered with pleasure, shouting different prices.

I was disgusted, surprisingly more on the fact that a price was being put on me like I was some kind of object, than the fact that the men were drooling all over my body.

"And the one who gets to take her is..." The speaker, that I had grown to hate, boomed again.

A pause of a few seconds was taken, mostly for dramatic effects, and my heart pounded as I scanned the faces of each of those guys in front of me.

"Who would be my master?" I thought to myself. I felt nauseated at the thought of someone owning me, but there was nothing I could do.

"Ryder Theron Martinez" the voice roared.

My heart sank as my fate was being decided. I didn't dare to look for that guy but as he approached me on the stage and took me out of the cage, my eyes were forced to land on him.

He was a broad, tall man in his forties. His face was quite oval, and had an unkept mustache and a small beard. His eyes were covered with a pair of black sunglasses, showing superiority instead of being used for their intended purpose since we were indoors, but I knew that those eyes would be cold and lewd.

He traced his fingers on my body as everyone cheered and suddenly he grabbed my hair, which was in a messy ponytail, and pulled me close to him. Before giving me any time to react, he started sucking on my neck with his sloppy mouth to claim me as his. I tried pushing him but in vain. That few seconds of torture felt like hours.

I was taken to the backrooms, where I was told to change into another dress, this time a proper one. It was a blue dress, around the length of my knee, with a short sleeve. I took the dress, glad for finally having something to cover myself up.

Soon after, I was taken to Ryder's car and handcuffed to the back. I don't know what obsession they have with handcuffs but I knew I would just throw myself out of the door if I was free. Why did I have to choose that place to stay? At that point, it would have been better if I had just slept out on the streets.

"What's your name?" He asked as we drove along, although I think he already knew the answer.

I stayed quiet, not wanting to talk to him, disgusted by the fact that I was his slave.

"When I talk to you, I expect you to answer" he said, in a voice sterner than before.

"Julia" I said, clearly pissed.

"And I also expect you to reply in a sweeter tone" he added, making my blood boil.

"My name is Mr Martinez" he said after a while and I didn't bother to reply anything.

The whole drive was silent after that. My mind wandered to what kind of place he would take me. My eyes soaked the view outside, not knowing if it would be the last time I would ever see that. The trees, the flowers, the birds, all seemed so peaceful, unlike my state of mind. I wanted to cry out for help but I knew that wasn't the first time he was doing something like this and he would definitely get away.