My Darling, Adelaide

Chapter 1: No Pain, Please.

When I woke up, I was only wearing a very revealing outfit. It was cold so I'm literally freezing to death.

The cloth that was covering the cage was now removed and I could finally see where I was. Below me are men, about half a hundred of them, in tuxedos. They were all wearing masks and has at least two slaves beside them.

This is definitely the famous auction house, Flower Haven. I heard of it only from the stories of my older cousin. He always excitedly talks about how he would buy a beautiful slave here once he turns twenty.

I roamed my eyes around out of curiosity and spotted a man at the very back. He doesn't have anyone beside him. Did he came alone? Or is it his first time here too?

Without realizing it, I was already waving my restrained hands at him. The chains made a sound and I was reminded of my ridiculous situation. Right, I'm like a caged animal now that's about to get bought by one of the men in the audience.

I gulped nervously. I just hope that it would be someone who wouldn't hurt me too much.

After the host introduced the 'items', the auction finally begun. My hands sweated profusely as it's about to be my turn soon.

And the moment finally comes. I closed my eyes so hard that it started to hurt. In the end I decided to just ignore everything.

Instead, I stared at the guy seating alone at the very back again. 

He was wearing an all black tuxedo. Even his mask is black. Guess, his favorite color is that too. How fascinating. There are many colors out there. Why choose something so boring.

It has been popular these days for men to wear colorful designs and then wear some golden accessories to flaunt their riches. I guess he's not one of those. That's probably why I could see him even though the bottom of the stage is full of men in golds and jewelries.

"I want her", the man I was staring suddenly said. His voice is really deep. It was the kind of voice that would put me to sleep if ever he sang to me while I was laying down my bed.

However, there's no way I would ever experience that. My mother did not even do such things for me.

The audience gasps as if they've been shown a miracle. For a moment, I was clueless. My attention is solely on the man with a boring favorite color and beautiful deep voice.

Turns out I was the 'her' he wants. But why were the people gasping? Well, who knows. I just hope that this man wouldn't hurt me. I'm afraid of the pain, after all.