The Auction

The man throws me into the room and shuts the large door with a bang. I run to what I assume is the door, and pound my fists against it. The room is pitch dark and I can't see anything.
My screams are quieted down as the room lights up. I blink rapidly, trying to allow my eyes to adjust to the sudden light change.
"Walk towards the middle of the room, rogue." A voice commands through the speakers.
I huff and stay rooted where I am at. Firmly placing my feet on the ground, and not caring about the consequences.
Before I realize it, the door opens and the man whom dragged me here takes hold of my arm and pushes me to the middle of the room. With a warning glare he leaves.
I look around to find a way to escape but all I see are mirrors. My pale and frighten reflection stares back at me. I can hardly recognize the girl in the mirror. My once bright green eyes are dull, and my long tan legs are pale and skinny. I look down and see they put lingerie on me.
If my mother hadn't warn me I wouldn't have known what was going on behind the mirrors. Unmated men sit on the other side betting on the item on sale. In this cruel tradition I knew I was the item.
I stare at one mirror and feel myself drawn towards the person behind it. To my surprise, the mirror disappears and I see a man on the other side.
His dark brown eyes stare straight into mine. This man looks like an angel sent from the goddess. His sharp jawline and five o'clock shadow made him even more manlier. I can picture myself running my fingers through his dark brown hair as I kiss his plump pink lips.
Mate.
"Sold to Mr.King." The announcer declared.
I didn't know what to feel. Distress, flattered, or angry. My mate just bought me.
Fuck. My. Life.