Serina Accardi had everything, and wanted for nothing. Her brother gave her whatever she desired, but kept the parts of her destined world out of her reach.
Until she lost everything in one night to a man who's eyes looks like the devils wrath.
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I was going to be sold off like a whore.
The idea that someone could buy me and then feel as though they have the right to do whatever they pleased with me, scared me. Actually that terrified me. I'd seen the news, the true crime articles about people in bad situations. Situations like this.
I felt like I was going to vomit behind this mask they'd strapped over my face, and I was starting to get dizzy as I sucked in greedy breaths though the material, but it never seemed to be entirely enough.
My eyes were darting every which way, and my hands pressed against the glass and I pushed. I knew nothing would happen, and when the glass didn't budge I felt panic and dread seep through whatever resolve I had left.
I wanted to be brave. But I wasn't sure bravery was enough to stop the fear of being sold to a stranger.
I was frightened. I was scared to the point where I'd rather be back in the torture room than here.
There was no telling what would happen to me if I was sold to the highest bidder. The idea of snuff movies and forced marriages made my hands fiddling to undo my restraints grow even more frantic.
The People here, sitting on sofa chairs in a circle around me were dripping in wealth, throwing about their expensive suits and flashing their watches, flaunting the whores they bought with more money then the Rolex's their wearing.
I struggled against the chains, but it was no use. I screamed but my throat was saw raw and from behind both the mask and the glass, I doubt anyone could hear. Nor would a soul care.
The glass box closing me away from the world as the men watch me, closely like I was an animal in a cage.
My ears were ringing and panic ebbed and flowed through me, and it overwhelmed me as I found myself struggling to stay up right. My eye lids fluttering, my body tired and heavy.
I wondered what would happen if I just layed down and waited. I felt the cold hand of fate telling me that I should just give in and accept what was done.
Telling me that I could lay down and wish for death and that was okay. I was tired, my body felt like it weight a million tons, yet I knew that laying down now and accepting this would be too easy, and I didn't suffer though all of this just to end up dying in a human aquarium.
I rested my head and back against the one side of the glass, as I kicked the other glass pane with my feet. The glass was thick, and with the lack of food and sleep over the last few days my attempts were meek and the people watching laughed at me poor efforts.
I was weak. The lack of food over the last few days had hit me hard because I usually ate a square 5 meals a day, plus snacks. I couldn't live with my snacks.
