🌹Emeralds pov🌹

After enduring so much starvation and teachings  from "l'allenatore dei diavoli" she kept going on and on about being a seductress she even brought toys forced  me to suck on a rubber dick, she said she was experimenting a theory (wanky old naughty lady) I  thought to my self.

Months went by, they started giving us good food I was so thrilled that day I literally rushed the food out of Luca's hand yup finally got to know the name of the giant buffier dude yeah one of my greatest achievement.

I was abruptly woken up the harsh opening of the room door all the girls were been huddled up and we were been blind folded as usual we were all taken to a different room my blindfold was taken off I saw four ladies standing around a bathtub I was pushed inside the room hurriedly the ladies started stripping me I was very uncomfortable with it, kinda insecure about my body I asked the first lady where we were and what they were doing no reply, instead he nudged me to the side of the tub, I guess she was telling me to get in obediently I did, I moaned as I submerged fully into the water, it was just perfect been a while since I had a bath, I kept on questioning them yet no reply they went on with their business scrubbing, rinsing and washing every part of my body including my hair, I suddenly jerked up as I felt a hand touching my kittycat I panicked and asked her what she was doing she ignored me the usual  and went on i stopped her as her pokes were becoming  quite painful and I was thoroughly cleansed, when they were done I stepped out of the tub I was immediately wrapped up with a towel they took me to the dresser dried my hair they were so thorough I myself haven't paid so much attention to my hair before, my hair was  long wavy brown butt length with a hint of gold specks anytime I walked out in the sun it always glows. They blow dried and straighten my hair, they applied a light makeup on my face yet I still sneezed four times, they took out a dress from the dresser it was so revealing I began protesting against, but as usual they ignored me and forced me into the dress. One of the ladies then went to the door spoke to someone in a hushed whisper I could barely hear it
  
è pronta

(she's ready)

she then made eye contact with the other women and immediately they stood me up.

I was then blind folded again and was ordered to walk kept on walking suddenly felt a hand on my upper arm it was pretty firm the owner of the hand led me to an unknown destination I heard the voices of the other girls they were somewhat distressed I feel lost, then my blind fold was removed we were at I think the back of a stage weird, the other girls were crying some were gossiping

"Gosh they are so ruthless rumor has it that the Vincenzo Cassano known as the scarred diavoli' is the worst of all kills without a second thought feeds on the fear of his prey."

I listened but didn't chip in a thing, suddenly we were asked to form a straight line, they took the first girl out and the others started crying I was panicking, worried didn't know who to ask what's wrong, one of the girls said she already dead, I gasped

"once u get out there and you're  auctioned off that's the end for you"

sex trafficking i thought out Lord oh my God I need to escape I started concocting a plan in my head, finally it got to my turn a weird looking dude took me by the arm, and led me onto the stage

Emerald Mayfield
22 years
4ft 6
Born and brought up in the United States
Raised by her foster parents Mr and Mrs William Mayfield
Bidding starts from 500 thousand dollars
suddenly the spotlight was on me, I had to close my eyes for a moment to be able to accommodate the brightness of the light, I was immediately yanked forward by the speaker, I suddenly became self conscious the whole room was filled with men I could feel and almost smell their pheromones oozing of them, I began retreating seeking refuge behind the speaker, but he yanked me forward again, I saw different men bidding for me in thousand then millions, I tuned out all the noise, started thinking back will I ever see Rosa again I thought, shoulda done some girly outings with her.

I was brought back to reality at the mention of that four letter word in a single syllable that wrote of my future SOLD!!!,

"sold for 60 billion dollars to Mr Eric Venturi representing Me Vincenzo Cassano",

the eyes of the speaker were sparkling mine was also sparkling but with tears I was livid not only because of the amount, but because of my buyer I whispered No, No, No I was then taken back stage, all the other girls looked at me with pitiful eyes I hated it.

The guy who took me back stage brought out a piece of clothing and he blind folded me, I couldn't decipher anything my brain was in an overdrive calculating and brewing up an escape plan I was disoriented, why Vincenzo why not someone else, we suddenly came to a stop and I could hear two men talking but I couldn't translate because it was in Italian

"First voice: caro amico (dear friend...)
Second voice: so paolo tornerò per le scartoffie sai che il signor consigliere non è un uomo paziente       (i know paolo i will come  back for the paper work you know Mr Cassano is not a patient man)".

The second man seemed to have interrupted the first man they should have some remorse at least your talking about a human being the least you can do is speak English neanderthals I heard the opening of a car door I was then  nudged forward I entered and the door was slammed and the driver took of.