Special thanks to @jiyoungmochi for the cover!!
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❝𝐀 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. ❞
Renata Vartanov had been through hell. Sold to a brothel and thrusted into prostitution at thirteen along with her then toddler...
"Ten thousand dollars!" The speaker yelled, raising his cane high in flair, and addressing the crowd of rowdy bidders.
An old man with white bushy brows and snake-like eyes raised his placard.
"Is that all? Come on, people. Look at her," the speaker said, as he gripped my chin, pulling it up roughly and making me face the crowd. "Look at this skin, so smooth and lightly tanned like caramel, those lips. You can bet they give great blowjobs," he joked loudly. Causing me to grimace as the bidders snickered.
His hand moved away from my chin, lower until it rested directly on top of my cleavage.
His hand felt cold and slimy, like I was being rubbed against a dead, rotting fish. I wanted to vomit from the unwanted touch, I wanted to slap him and use the cane he was holding to hit his head until his skull split open, but Madam Dubois's voice rang deep in my head.
My brother. My sweet Rowan. He'd been my only salvation since the day I'd been forced into prostitution. My only ray of light on days when I'm chained in by clouds.
He's my only source of strength and 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨. Weakness Dubois knew how to exploit to make me 'behave', to make me beg, and to make me sleep with every disgusting man she'd forced my way.
"And look at these tits," the speaker continued his rambling, his slimy hand still on my cleavage. "A D cup at most. Think about how much fun you can have with her, let me hear your bids!" His voice boomed loudly as the crowd of men started yelling over each other.
They all eyed me like I was a piece of meat. A prize they were trying to snatch and devour. That was exactly what I was. A lamb up for slaughter. If I don't get sold tonight, Rowan would suffer. I would rather kill myself than let that happen.
"Twenty thousand dollars!" A bidder yelled, getting the speaker's attention long enough for him to take his sickening hand off me. I exhaled a breath I didn't even know I was holding.
