Page 4 of Sold to the Fighter

Every fight leaves a mark on the soul, chipping away at the goodness of a person. It has taken unbreakable will and determination for me to hold on to that hidden part of me that keeps me sane and upright in this world of greed and darkness.

Yet, I can’t deny the coldness inside me. I’ve honed my fighting skills to perfection. I know the right places to hit to end a person’s life. The knowledge doesn’t faze me, but instead gives me an edge.

The auctioneer walks back onto the stage at the one-minute mark with a slick smile. The hall goes silent and the light dims, drawing attention to the bright stage.

“Alright. Starting off the auction, I present item number one!”

A scantily clad young woman stumbles onto the stage, her heels clattering haphazardly. Her fear is evident as she trembles and holds her sides. It’s obvious she’s trying to cover as much skin as she can. I look around to see men with wide eyes filled with sick excitement, and anger rises within me.

The bidding passes in a haze as I sweep my gaze around the room, taking in the numerous armed guards that line all of the exits. There’s nothing I can do to help these girls, so I just…wait.

“One million, going once…going twice…sold!”

The woman exclaims in terror and I watch as her buyer walks up to the stage and drags her back to his seat where she is made to give him a lap dance while other men leer at her.Sick fucks.

The same thing happens with three more girls, and by this time I’m livid. Cold rage burns deep inside me, and I keep asking myself if being here is worth it.

“And now number five! This one is special. A bridge between innocence and sin. An innocent siren.”

The girl walks onto the stage, and I stop breathing. For a second that feels like forever, my heart pounds loudly in my chest, and she’s all I see. It’s as if a deep part of me, the untwisted part, recognizes a kindred soul.

Fuck! This is not happening.

My hand trembles at the intensity of my emotions and I tighten it until my nails bite deep into my flesh. I’ve never been this affected by the opposite sex. Ever. But something about her calls to me.

There’s a confidence to the way she walks, even though I can tell she’s afraid, and it reels me in. Other girls gave in to their misery, but this young woman seems strangely collected. The need to protect her grips me hard. I can’t help it. My gaze travels over her honey-colored skin and my blood rushes straight to my cock.

“Oh fuck,” I mutter, rearranging my stiff length in my trousers.

This isn’t part of the plan. Not those sexy moss-green eyes, the red-painted bow lips, the dark tresses draping over her shapely hourglass body covered in red lingerie that leaves little to the imagination.

There’s an innocence about her, a fragility that calls to me. I want her, but I want to keep her safe. Hell, I need her, but I can’t have her.

I have to restrain myself. What kind of man would I be if I give in like the assholes I’m sitting in this room with?

I see the fear in her piercing green eyes—the way they scamper over the crowd of men in front of her.

A white-hot rage blinds me. It’s potent and consuming, heating up my insides. I don’t want any of their dirty hands on her.

“The bid starts at one hundred thousand.” There’s a sick delight in the announcer’s voice that fuels my rage.

Bastard.

I settle deeper in my seat. Outwardly I’m indifferent, but inside, I’m at war with myself.

She’s far too young for me…

Yet, am I just going to sit back and let one of these fuckers take her home?

“Two hundred thousand!”

“Five hundred thousand!”

I grind my jaw hard. The thought of any of these men touching her makes me want to punch someone to death. The need to possess her scares me, and that surprises me.

Nothing scares me.

But one look at her and I just want to protect her from the world. And from myself.

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