AS A SLEEPING FRIEND

8. At auction

"5 million."

"11 million."

"I'll pay 15 million for him."

"20 million. How's it?"

Nominal money is constantly mentioned alternately by the mouths of the six men who were at that one table.

Yes, they really want to make me like an auction item that will be obtained by a bidder who is able to give the highest price.

"Is this going to stop at 20 million?" ask one of them.

Without being able to stand it, my tears just fell but I hurriedly wiped them.

"Hey, Medeline. Are you still a virgin? If so, I'll charge you even higher than the 20 million Mr. Donald put forward." Master Joan looked up at me - who was now forced to stand by her side.

I was unable to answer, because Mr. Joan's question made my chest tight, my pride felt trampled. I came back crying.

"Why are you crying, baby? Okay, I mean if you're still sealed," Sir Joan concluded by herself, followed by the sound of laughter from all of them.

"I paid 35 million. But he will accompany me to my room" said Mr. Joan sounding confident.

They laughed again, as if the talk of those who were bidding me was a silly joke worth laughing at, while in this chest it was a great roar to berate and curse them all.

"No, Master!" No matter where the courage came from, I was finally able to make a sound. "I'm not selling myself. I just work here," I said in a hoarse voice as my cries had not completely subsided.

Mr. Donald looked at me lightly, his grin seemed mocking.

"That's exactly what, you're working here on a note that should make us all happy" he said with a most disgusting smile.

I shook my head hard. "No! I'm not peddling myself" I said in a choked voice.

They were even more chuckling now, as if laughing at my innocence.

Realizing that if I was made like a toy and a joke by them, even my pride was made into a joke, I also wanted to immediately leave from there.

"You want to go? Can't! We paid a lot of money for you to stay here tonight. So even if you're not interested in accompanying us to the plus-plus stage, you should stay here and keep us gambling!"

"Yes, that's right!"

"That's right!"

They're smearing each other. Angled me. Pointing me down to immediately gallop away.

"When, if you want .. you can get a lot of money in a few days. I'm willing to pay a fortune to be the first to unseal you." Mr. Joan cupped my chin with one hand, he looked at me with a full gaze of girah, I had dodged, but my chin was getting gripped firmly.

"You are beautiful, and young .. I do not lose if I wear you until I feel bored," said Mr. Joan again as she jerked my face as she removed her hand from my chin.

They laughed again, until a waiter came to add a drink to their table.

"Come on, pour me a drink, Medeline!" tell one of those skinny guys I don't know what his name is.

With trembling hands, I tried to pour the drink into the glass beside him.

"So, she's already mine. I paid for the auction for 23 million." Mr. Joan spoke again while issuing a note that turned out to be a checkbook. He casually wrote down the nominal amount on the paper, then threw it into the middle of the table because he was the one who won the auction.

I returned to shed tears. My pride has flown somewhere. Do I have to become a woman who is not me? Am I not the old Elin anymore? After this? Specially? Is it not enough to get here? Should I accept my fate? Trying to just go through? No. .. I don't want to.

When they were gambling, Mr. Joan's naughty hands started to paddle me. Clearly, he was already the auction winner. However, he also did not get angry when the others went along to touch me. He even chuckled proudly for being able to split me up with the others.

I remembered Gwen's earlier remark that they could touch me during this game, because I was here as one of the objects of pleasure and consolation for the guests.

With a doubtful gesture, I always tried to avoid having my body untouched by any of them.

But apparently, Mr. Donald was most upset when he realized my refusal to touch him.

The man suddenly stood up, threw a card on the table, and their game stopped.

Mr. Donald looks at me. In one move, he approached me. I was wrong because I was retreating towards the wall. I was cornered there with Mr. Donald right in front of me.

While the other five friends, instead of helping me, actually consider this incident like the most exciting spectacle.

Not only did their table stop the game, but the people who occupied several other tables on the same floor, also witnessed my weak state under Mr. Donald's intimidation.

I was cornered, when his big hand touched my cheek. They all watch it. Even whistling and shouting disgusting sentences.

"Yes, continue Donald. He needs to be taught a lesson!"

"He deserves punishment!"

"Right, because he refused to touch us!"

"Don't, Master!" beguile. I'm afraid Mr. Donald touched me even further.

"You really don't want to be touched huh? He grins.

"Please, Master. Don't treat me like this." I'm back sobbing.

"Don't be a holy snob!" objurgation. "Your presence here is enough to prove that you're not a good girl so don't resist my touch. I hate being rejected!"

Suddenly the man's hand went up, he grabbed my hair until it made my head look up.

"Look at me, Girl!"

Maybe he did it because he did not like my attitude that always looked down and did not want to look at him.

I grimaced as I felt pain in my scalp due to the snap.

"You're getting prettier with that puffy face and that fear of yours" she said grinning.

While the voice of the person in the room seemed to support Mr. Donald's rude actions to me.

I think it would be a waste if I wished that one of them would have a conscience to forbid him from being rude to me and to help me.

Mr. Donald almost kissed me as the sound of applause rang out from the opposite direction. He immediately shuffled from my face to see who was clapping there.

"Great. What show is being presented here?" asked the man, his words sounded very sarcasm.

I didn't see who the newcomer was, because I was busy organizing my feelings that were raging in fear because of what Mr. Donald had done before. But, that person's voice was very familiar to me. The sound is like ...

"Mr Gladwin?!"

I don't know who cried out, but it was enough to find an answer, that the man who had just come and talked was Mr. Gladwin. Why is he here? Isn't he not going to come here?

"We are all ..." Mr. Joan looked at Mr. Donald as if asking for help to answer a question from Mr. Gladwin there.

Instead of listening to the explanations of the two men, Mr. Gladwin actually gave his hand as a signal not to hear anything from them.

I can see a different aura from Mr. Javier, who now seems colder and more dominant than usual.

"Where's Aro?" Mr. Gladwin asked.

The sound of his feet pounding was coming towards me, he half crouched down - right in front of me who was now sitting on the floor - in a state that must have been very chaotic.

"Where's Aro!?" Mr. Gladwin's voice was rising. Although he was in front of me, but I know he did not ask me where Mr. Aro was, he asked the six people who had made me the object of their pleasure.

"I'm here, sir."

Suddenly Mr. Aro emerged from behind the open elevator. He seemed in a hurry. He stood there with his head down.

"You know if there's a show here?" Mr. Gladwin asked Mr. Aro while pointing at me.

"Sorry, Sir. About Elin .. he-he himself who wants to work tonight," replied Mr. Aro with nervous and timid. Though Mr. Gladwin did not ask about me, but Mr. Aro instead explained about me to the man.

I immediately raised my face, because Mr. Aro's answer was very contrary to reality. I never said I wanted to work. Let alone this night, even the nights before. I don't want to work here.

Mr. Gladwin slightly glanced at me, for some reason I interpreted his gaze as if I was asking for an answer from me. I responded with a faint slit.

"You know, if you broke our deal!"

I don't understand what Mr. Gladwin meant to Mr. Aro, which is clear now my feelings are quite relieved, because in the end I was separated from the situation where I had to be among six people with a mottled nose.

"Yes, Sir. I'm guilty." Mr. Aro seemed resigned to Mr. Gladwin's accusation.

Before long, Mr. Gladwin directly entered the elevator, he did not greet me at all. But shortly after his departure, Mr. Aro asked me to get up and follow him.

In the elevator, Mr. Aro spoke to me..

"You're making a fuss on the 3rd floor, Elin. So I'll punish you after this."

I'm silent not saying.

"Go back to your room. Don't come out before I tell you to!"

I could only nod, I was too tired to serve and ended up with a debate later.

Clearly, I am grateful to have been able to get out of this absurd state. And I must prepare myself for the punishment I might receive from Mr. Aro.

Three days here, it's been a pain for me. I entered the room crying. Lamenting my fate, also remembering that Liam has enjoyed the money from selling me in this place. Really sliced.

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