CHAPTER EIGHT

12:20 '' Thompson's Mansion '' Bedroom '' New York '' USA.

Elisabeth.

Once inside the car, we didn't even say anything. I feel uneasy about where we are going. How can they do this to women? We are not merchandise or prostitutes to be treated this way.

'' What are you thinking so much about, Elisabeth? '' Mr. Dylan asks, out of nowhere, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Ah… nothing, sir. “I lie, I don't mean that I'm thinking about this horrible place we're going to.

“Elisabeth, I'll tell you something: don't lie to me if you don't want to get a good spanking before we get there. “Seriously.

“S''sorry, sir. I was just thinking about where we're going. '' I answered, looking at the floor of the car.

“What exactly were you thinking, dear?” '' Mr. Lorenzo looks curious, I feel a little uncomfortable.

“I''I was just thinking that us women shouldn't be treated like this. I say, getting attention from all of them.

"And how are you treated?" '' Mr. Lorenzo continues and crosses his legs, looking at me seriously.

“H''as commodities… as sexual objects and as property. '' I say, a little calmly.

"Do we treat her like a sex object?" "Now it's Mr. Christopher ask, leaving me speechless.

'' And I do not know. I lower my head again and let out a sigh.

'' We'll come back to that later, now let's go. '' Mr. Alex catches my eye. “Oh, I remember. '' I look at it. “You're more than a sex object.

As soon as we got out of the car, Mr. Dylan wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“Don't leave our side under any circumstances, understand? '' Speaks, whispering in my ear.

'' Yes sir. '' I answer in a low tone.

'' Excellent. He kisses my cheek and we all walk into a huge mansion.

I'm not going to lie, it terrifies me. There are a lot of people here and I don't believe they are good. Mr. Dylan leads me to a staircase, which we climb. Not where we're going, but I'm really scared. We reach the top floor and I'm led into a hall with a stage. I feel bad.

'' Sit down. He lets go of my waist before a table and pulls out the chair.

I obey and am surprised to see that we weren't alone, there's an old man with two young girls on his lap. Disgusting!

'' Well, Mr. Dylan, it's nice to see you. '' Says the old man, with the girls in his lap.

“It's a pleasure to see you, Minister. Dylan replies, shaking the old man's hand.

Wait, is he a minister? My God, the world is really lost.

"And who is this beautiful young woman?" '' The older one asks, looking me up and down and bites his lips. My stomach turns in disgust.

'' You can take your eyes off her, she's ours! Christopher scolds coldly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Christopher, I hadn't seen you there. The minister smirks, and Christopher makes fists of his hands.

'' Mr. Christopher, calm down, no stress. '' I murmur, touching his face, affectionately, making him take a deep breath.

“She is able to tame the beast, very interesting. The old man laughs and I can see Christopher's nostrils flaring.

"Will you shut the fuck up?" He looks at me in surprise. “If you don't shut the fuck up, I'm going to let Christopher beat the shit out of you. My tone is irritated.

"Are you going to let that girl talk to me like that?" '' The elder's tone of voice changes.

'' Clear. You started. And if you dare to touch her, you will see yourself with us. Dylan responds coldly. “Now let's watch the auction.

Mr. Christopher pulls me onto his lap as he sits down and my ass lands right on top of his cock.

“C''Christopher…” He kisses me very slowly.

There's no tongue in the kiss, but he kisses so well it drives me crazy. We separated due to lack of air.

'' Thanks. '' He whispers in my ear.

'' You are welcome. I smile slightly at him.

Let this shit begin soon!

I sigh in resignation as I see a man step onto the stage, indicating that the auction will start right now.

“Welcome to another auction, gentlemen. We have a lot of wonderful young women today, I think they're going to love it. '' The presenter announces excitedly, attracting everyone's attention, causing a round of applause.

The red curtain opens, revealing some young women, all very beautiful. They appear to be about twenty years old or even younger, I have no doubt. My God, this is inhumane.

“And everyone onstage is a virgin, gentlemen. '' Smiled the communicator, cheering the audience.

How cruel, my God!

“The first girl is called Esmeralda and she is eighteen. A wonderful body, don't you think gentlemen? “All men go mad. “So the first bid is twenty thousand dollars.

And the only thing I'm feeling right now is pity for these girls, they're practically still children.

I look at the boys, they don't show any reaction and the minister smiles droolingly at the girl in the bikini against the stage spotlight, I can't take this anymore.

“Christopher? '' I call him, in a low tone. '' Can I go to the bathroom? I'm pretty tight. ’ He looks at me and snorts.

“Go quickly.

I agree and get out of his lap, running from that place. That was a huge relief for me. I walk the halls in search of a bathroom, there are many doors and no bathroom. Some are closed and I sigh in resignation, accidentally bumping into a man.

“Sorry sir, I hadn't seen you. He looks me up and down.

“What are you doing up here?” You should be on stage.

Wait a minute… What do you mean?