The Billionaire Mafia’s Slave

CHAPTER 11: FIFTY MILLION DOLLARS!

LILY’S POV:

After I got my hair done, made up, manicure and pedicure, dressed in a red lingerie, I felt like a doll.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I felt exposed. The lingerie wasn’t covering me up properly, my nipples were still visible, my stomach was on display and belly button was open, I had bright red lipstick on to match the lingerie, thick makeup and long fake lashes. I couldn’t help feeling shy and I tried covering my upper body with my hand but that did little to no good.

“You next!”, That woman came and told me.

I didn’t have time to fix the lingerie on my body before they took me through a corridor and behind a red floor to ceiling cloth.

‘A stage?’, I thought.

“Get in”, The woman pointed to a large cage that was wide open.

“That’s a cage”, I stated the obvious. She didn’t expect me to enter there.

I could hear an auctioneer from the other side of the curtain, auctioning… people?

“Oh look, she talks… It’s too late to be acting brave, get in the cage because you wouldn’t want me destroying your beautiful face”, The lady said and I shrink in fear.

I did as told and got in, a bodyguard locked me in and they both left.

I stood there, scared looking from my left to right side as I held my elbows.

I heard the auctioneer announce something before the curtains were drawn, revealing the crowd of people, all men!

‘Oh Lord, I wish I drop dead’, I thought.

Realizing I was practically naked in front of such a crowd, I tried covering my privates again.

“Oh, look how pure she is, still trying to cover up her body hahaha”, The auctioneer said causing the entire crowd of men to laugh.

The tears, the darn tears was coming again.

“This is Lily, as her name implies, she is a symbol of purity and innocence. She is 5 feet 6 inches, only 23 years of age, jet black hair and she’s from Michigan… We are going to start our bidding from 1. 5 million dollars, 1. 5 million do I hear a 1. 6?…”, The auctioneer continued the bidding on me like I was some sort of handmade crafts.

I wished the tears would turn into any kind of weapon and destroy them all but if wishes were horses…

“2 million dollars! Do I hear a 3? 3 million?… 5 million to the gentleman over there! Going for 6! Do I hear a 6 million?… 10 million dollars! I got a 10 million over there…”.

I felt like I was going to throw up hearing all these old men who were old enough to be my father, grandfather even, try to buy me.

The bidding continued but my mind was else where. What about my dad? Was he looking for me now? was he worried sick? What if he couldn’t eat because he hasn’t found me yet?

My insides boiled thinking he might have asked Olivia if she’s seen me and she would lie or play innocent.

‘I hate her’, I really do.

What if there was already a missing person poster for me. Who else was missing me?

“50 million dollars!”, My thoughts were cut when I heard such amount from someone in the crowd.

I was shocked and so was the auctioneer.

“Fif-fifty million?! That’s– that’s a new record, beating our highest bidding of 30 million dollars!! oh oh oh!… 50 million dollars going once… going twice… SOLDDD!!!”, You can hear from the auctioneer’s voice how happy he was but I didn’t care if the money was so outrageously huge or if it broke some stupid record, what I cared about was that how could all of them be in support of this shenanigans?! Don’t most of them have daughters?! How could they do this to young girls?

After I was marked ‘sold’, I was taken from the cage and my lingerie was changed into a sexy nighty and this time, it came with a rope to cover.

What was the use when those men have already seen it all.

“Let me just brief you… you no longer belong to yourself but your purchaser, he has all the rights to do whatever to you. Whip you, starve you, request for a blowjob, ask you to cook him anything, pull your hair, even fuck your brains out, so if you have a big mouth that talks back when talked to, cut your tongue right here”, That woman said.

I listened, this time in silence, I didn’t know what to expect. If someone could spend 50 million dollars just to get me then they might want my body parts for more money.

I was escorted to the backseat of a car and I waited there for whoever purchased me. I mean just the thought of me being a slave or sex slave to some old, ugly, fat, short, dirty man sent chills down my spine. What if he requests for a blowjob right inside this car, right now, what do I do?

Tell him I don’t have any experience or tell him to go fuck himself? He might end me!

‘No no no, stop such thoughts Lily!’, I warned myself.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

I have to brace myself and put up with him so I could plan my escape.

I was in the car waiting for him for close to 20 minutes. What was he still doing in there? Buying more girls?!

I wasn’t eager just that I didn’t like this tension.

After three more minutes, I heard the car door of the back seat open and he got in then the driver to the driver’s seat.

“Let’s go Lev”, I heard him say.

Wait… that didn’t sound like an old ugly man, that sounded like someone from those novels.

I took my eyes that was staring at my hands, to his face, he didn’t look at me once. He had a frown on his face.

But oh fuck, he was so hot!

My eyes were immediately drawn to his impeccably styled hair, dark and perfectly coiffed. His presence alone was as if he was born to command attention and admiration.

Dressed in a sleek black suit that hugged his muscular frame, every movement he made exuded power and authority.

“Oh…”, I managed to say.

That caused him to look at me and I swear my lower abdomen twisted.

His sharp features and chiseled jawline exuded confidence and charisma, accentuated by his piercing black eyes that seemed to hold a world of mystery within them.

His eyes was still staring at me and I looked away quickly, my cheeks feeling hot.

He didn’t say anything and looked away, he relaxed his head and took out an ipad, tapping something on it.

‘That’s it?! He isn’t going to talk to me?!’, I asked myself.

What was I expecting really? That he smiles at me and starts a conversation like we were old time acquaintance?

My eyes moved to the driver and I couldn’t really see his face, just his side profile. I sighed and looked outside the window, missing my papa and his cooking.

I half smiled at the thought of him always bragging about his cooking and how he stole his wife’s heart with his cooking skills. He would always say how he wasn’t the most handsome suitor she had.

“You need to look out for the good cooks and not the good looks”, he would always tell me and I remembered laughing.

To bad I chose wrongly, ending up with good looks who destroyed my life.

“Take a rest… you need it”, I heard the man beside me say, his voice so soothing and I didn’t know why.

‘Oh, so he can speak to me?’, I said to myself.

I’m supposed to be wary of him! He is a sex trafficker, well not him but he encouraged it.

He was he really? What type of business was he into? Drugs? Smuggling? A hired assassin? Mafia?

I chuckled at the last thought.

I clenched tightly to my rope and I prayed nothing should happen between the two of us.

Yes, he bought me for that reason but I hope to the universe that he had a change of heart.

‘Who am I kidding?!’.

Fuck! He said to take a rest that it was needed?! So we won’t do it in the car but at a hotel?! Shit!!

I wouldn’t fall asleep, I can’t sleep.

I closed my eyes to pretend I was asleep, praying to the heavens he bought into my pretend.

I hope something comes up for him to fall asleep too, but I know I couldn’t run forever.

I was lost in my thoughts until I feel asleep.