After the auction, Oakley was taken backstage where the man who had selected her for the auction was waiting.
"Look here kid," The man started with a smirk on his face. He must be very happy about the outcome of the auction. "This is the biggest amount of money we have ever made on a slave. This is the biggest amount of money we have ever made in a single auction. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Oakley nodded quietly even though she did not care about it. How was this any of her business? Why was he telling her anyway?
"Don't you dare do anything that will make your owner return you and ask for a refund. I know you have not been trained yet, but you're a smart girl." His hand found its way to her neck, tightening his hold around it.
You do not want to come back here, so you better not do anything stupid."
Oakley clawed at his hand wanting him to let go. She was going to die if he didn't. She didn't want that!
"But you're welcome to come back if you want. Then I can have you all to myself."
"Sir." A guard called out, walking into the room. "Her owner is waiting outside."
Nicholas nodded. "Remember what I said." He warned her again before letting her go.
Oakley coughed, gasping for air. She was surprised she lasted that long with limited oxygen.
She was not going to lie. The man's words had her rethinking everything. What if she doesn't escape successfully? She didn't want to go back to the hellhole she had just crawled out of.
How would her owner be like anyway?
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"Are you here to tell me the good news?" A man asked with a smug smile on his face.
"Actually..." The woman hesitated. Knowing her Master, she was sure he would lash out his anger on her.
"Well?" The man asked, growing impatient.
"The girl... Oakley Perez..." The woman swallowed as beads of sweat started to form on her forehead. "Someone else bought her."
"What?" The smile fell from his face, quickly being replaced by a frown.
"According to the man I sent, someone else bid five hundred thousand. We could not afford to top such an amount." The woman carefully explained.
She flinched when he threw his glass of wine on the floor.
"Who was it that bought her?"
"W-well it was..."
"God damnit! Just tell me!"
"It was Daniel Kross. Bryce DeHaven's bodyguard." The woman quickly said.
"F*ck! That bastard!"
Why did that man always have to be a pain in the neck?!