We watch as the girls walk on stage and face us. Some are crying while others are blank faced. But not her; hatred and disgust fill her eyes as she sneers at the crowd. She’s probably picturing how she would maim or hurt everybody in this room.
The bitch’s gaze observes the exits,surveying her surroundings. She’s intelligent. Already trying to map out an escape route. That’s exactly what we need. Someone who thinks on their toes. Who’s vigilant.While the others cry and shrivel like whining babies, she is trying to figure a way out.
I can see the freckles that dot her face and body. A low grumble reverberates in my throat as I picture where else she has them.
They dot her tits, do they also dot her pussy?
I zoom the camera in on her before I flip the camera back to my face. I see Charlie lean into Bravo’s ear. He’ll only talk to us. His mind is probably more fucked up than mine. When I get the nod from Bravo, I know she’s the one.
The girls stay on stage for 10 minutes before they’re taken away. I get my fill of staring before she’s led off and the pictures are put up. A fake name under each girl. I know this because there’s no way her name is Red. Her name doesn’t matter because once we get ourhands on her, once we play, shewon’t care what we call her.
“The redhead 707. Looks promising,”Bravo chimes in. Even with the hood, I know his lips are pulled back, flashing his teeth like a wolf about to pounce on a rabbit.
Charlie leans in for a moment, and Bravo cracks up. “C likes her titties.”
I chuckle as the auctioneer comes back. Giving his big long speech about how the bidding will work, blah blah blah. Get to the fucking point.
He starts the bidding war, and I zone out as the rich pricks fight for the tail they want. My brothers are silent until I hear what I’ve been waiting for.
“Next is 707; she’s new to the barn. Just came to the farm last night, no training or breaking in yet. Can we start the bidding at $10,000?” Just as I suspected,the bids begin to flow. Of course, the vixen turned heads, but I’ll bide my time and wait.
It’s not long before there’s only one bidder offering $100,000. I throw my hand up, raising the bid to $110,000. We go back and forth though I put a stop to it by calling out “500,000.”
The auctioneer is basically jumping up and down and doesn’t wait. “Sold! For 500,000 dollars.” After a few minutes, oneof his goons comes up to me. Giving me a piece of paper with 707 on it.
After Charlie wires the money over, I turn my attention back to my womb mates. “I’ll be home with a new toy soon.” Then, I hang up before they can respond.
Now, tocollect my winnings.
Chapter 4
Fuck!
Fuck men.
The bastards showed us off like show dogs. No, cattle is what they called us. Then they tossed us back in these disgusting cells. I’ve been pacing my cage in a fit of rage.
Biting my nails as I stomp back and forth, I only now notice I still have 9 of my gel nails. One must have busted off when I was kidnapped. I pick at the one that’s lifting to helpground my thoughts.
Blank masks fill my mind as I pick. Rolexes, diamond bracelets, suits and evening gowns. Some men were alone, while others were with women. Groups of men ogled as they all checked us out. They are all a bunch of sick fucks, although I couldn’t grasp their full conversations, enough was said to haunt me.
“Whipped bloody.”
“Knife down the spine.”
“How many toys can fit in one hole?”
“Redhead would look sexy in blood.”
I rip off the hanging nail as the last taunt repeats in my head. They all deserve to be locked up like I am. As much as I wish harm, murder is too far. My eyes snap to my friend. They dressed her in green, and it makes her raven hair look darker.
We know not to speak, but the plea in her eyes beckons me. I move closer to the bars between us and sit down, offering my icy hand. She grips it tightly, both our hands turning white. We can be each other’s anchor.
The doors swing open as a few goons walk in, followed by a mixture of masked buyers. Even though only four are here now, I know the rest will come.
Green cries out as her cage door is flung open. One fucker rushes in and grabs her roughly.She screams and fights, throwing punches with the hand not holding mine. Kicking whatever she can, I hold on to her with all my might.
I don’t see when a second jackass reaches for me between the bars. His taser sparks before he jabs it into my ribs.
