I had passed out again—unsurprisingly. Turns out getting round the clock TORTURE does that to a person. I wasn't quite sure at which part I blacked out but I knew Kye was muttering on about his big evil plan and yada yada yada.

I simply said "I don't give a fuck" before my lights turned off and I was out of service like the McDonald's Ice cream machine.

Speaking of ice cream I was fucking hungry as a whale, but I mean I didn't expect to be fed anymore then a bowl of plain unseasoned rice. But was it just me or did rice only taste good with like soy sauce or some other garments—plain rice is like eating a whole booty hole.

However when I woke I wasn't tied to the chair anymore, oh no—I was chained to a metal pole on the other side of the room.

"Oh so now I'm supposed to shake my ass and strip?" I yelled at the top of my lungs, as the words echoed around the boxed room. I had no clue why they moved me, maybe because they finally found the consideration in their hearts

Fucking doubt it.

"Should I shake my ass or do the splits first?" I yelled again when I got no answer. However I did have a decent ass, And I could throw it back quite nicely—but if I even attempted to do the splits I would have to spilt my way to the emergency room.

My vagina would rip open.

"You are a fucking menace."A voice yelled through the darkness just as the lights of the room came flickering on.

The room looked exactly like I expected it too, grey walls stained with blood, and the cement had cracks and holes in it. Rat shit littered everywhere I could see and Puddles of water sat festering in hair and faeces.

I gaged. I am quaking.

How the fuck am I finding humour in this, I am a fucked up person. Or maybe whatever million diseases live in this torture room have reached my brain. Maybe I've gone mental, maybe if I act fucking crazy they will let me go.

"I know." I answered loud enough for whoever was listening to hear as I fought to keep my head up so I could glance around the room.

But that's when freezing cold water spray down on me causing me to jerk forward as a man sprayed me with a power washer.

It felt like Needles on my skin, and it made my various cuts burn as it washed away the dirt that covered them.

I put my hands up in defence as it showered down on me—soaking my skin and hair. "Stop it bitch." I growled but not surprisingly it didn't stop until I was drenched.

My breath was heavy as I looked up, my water covered eyelashes blurred my vision however.

A man stood there, his face stiff and hard. His body even more stoic. "You are lucky that I haven't carved your tongue out." the man growled as I he took out his gun and my stomach clenched.

I wasn't scared of Lorenzo holding a gun because I saw it in his eyes that he didn't want to shoot me—but this motherfucker looked like
he would gladly.

"Stand." He demanded loudly, and I looked up at him and nodded slowly.

My body burned, pain coursed through me. My muscles aching at the strain as I pulled myself up on to my knees using the pole to stand onto my shaking legs. "Better your highness?" I asked sarcastically as he kept the gun pointed at me, but took out a key to unlock the handcuffs.

But before he did so he growled, his blue eyes burning "if you try anything you are dead." Which I mean wasn't very frightening because I am going to die eventually.

"Whatever you say your highness." I bowed slightly, as my words came off my lips like acid.

He shook his head before he unlocked the chain. Why was he unlocking the chain, I asked myself. I had never seen this man before, he hadn't been in to torture me.

Looking down I grimaced at how unrecognizable my body was, lined with black bruises and thin lines from sharp objects. Under my finger nails were caked in dirt, my skin dry and cracked.

"They did a number on you but I can make you look presentable." He muttered as he too seemed to be studying my body, and I looked my gaze up to him. "Fuck you I always look presentable." I spit, knowing that right now my hair was a knotted rats nest, my legs were not shaved and my breath could kill.

he raised an eyebrows before signalling me to walk, so I huffed as I took a step my entire body wanting to collapse to the ground. However the open door was a refreshing sight.

"If you run I'll shoot you." He said as he noticed my excitement. Who the fuck is this mother fucker and how dare he.

"How dare you." I uttered as I limped through the room and towards an open doorway. My body relaxing as It opened up to a lit hallway.

The man walked behind me with the gun aimed at my back like I was a dangerous animal capable of taking him down. I mean I could try to take him down, but he'd probably shoot me before I got the chance to inflict my wave of crushing damages to his windpipe.

"They said you were quiet." He growled almost like he was trying to silence me, as he pushed me to move faster. We passed many doors, most likely other killing rooms.

They said I was quiet? Well then the people here obviously don't know anything about me.
Making a clocking sound with my tongue I smirked As I turn my head back towards the gunned man. "I am quiet when I want to be and right now, I don't want to be."

He shook his head as he urged me to keep moving as he guided me down corredor's until we reached the end of one.

It was a big metal door bigger then the rest here. I have bad chances when I comes to being led to big metal doors. "Open it." He muttered, the door Handel looking intimidating.

Reaching for it in suspense, I stop quickly.
"I will open it if you tell me your name." I bargained and he looked at me then to his gun, like I was playing with fire. I was tho, playing with fire.

His blond shaven head and many piercings made him look like quite the naughty boy. He was big, yet not too masculine. He lifted his eyebrow which was cut nicely with 3 notches.
"Simeon. Now open it."

Crossing my arms over my chest I smirked. "No no, now you have to ask me my name."

He was at least a foot taller then me, probably 6'3 if I had to guess. It put my 5'2" to shame.
But Simeon still was not as tall as Lorenzo was.

"I know your name. Accardi."

"No that's not my name that's my last name. Ask my name and I'll open this door." I said as I put my hand on the handle wondering why he didn't just open it himself. "What's your name?" He said through clenched teeth, his one hand gripping the gun tighter in his grip.

"Serina." I said as I opened the door, shocked at what was before me. "Simeon what's this?" I asked as I looked around the room, makeup and hair products lining shelves.

Turning I face back towards Simeon who motions towards the chair in the middle of the room. "Sit and don't move." He growled as he tucked his gun into his pockets and slammed the door closed, as he handed me a towel which I wrapped around my all but naked self.

"Shit." He said as he grabbed my thighs and inspected the slashed, they were bright red and sore to the touch. "I hope whoever gets you treats you better." He uttered solemnly and My eyes widened.

"What the fuck does that mean?" I practically growled and my voices seemed so forceful.

Whoever gets me—no one gets me, I'm not a horse at a barn sale.

"These cuts..." he sighed, as he inspected the raised lines. "They are infected, these need to be treated."

He looked up at me but said nothing as he tilted my head back and raked a comb through my hair, ripping at my scalp. "Fucking stop." I growled, but of corse he didn't. "Then treat them."

My head throbbed by the time he was done, and I was sure that he had ripped out all my hair and I was now bald.

"That isn't my job." He said.

"Am I going to die from these?" I asked.

But he didn't answer, and continued to stay silent as he picked up a curling iron and walked back over to me. "Shove that up your butt and leave me alone." I huffed as he looked down at me, his eyes casting a quick glance of humour.

"You know people would like you a lot more of you weren't so-" he grunted as he started to fuck up my hair with pretty curls.

"Unique and colourful?" I interrupted.

"Infuriating." He corrected as he finished my hair for the rest of the time in bitter silence.

I sat playing with my hands, scared to move even an inch knowing that my whole body would sting.

This room was better lit then the cell, and as I looked at my reflection, the purple and black bruises that inked my skin.

why was I getting ready, and for what. So many questions and so little answers. I hated being so curious, sometimes I wished I had no questions and didn't care. Everything would be easier if I didn't care.

But not caring, was only easy when I made it easy or when I made it look easy anyways.

I was unbothered by most things people say, but I hated when they called me things I wasn't—or accused me of things I hadn't done. and I hated being lied to, never lie to me.

The room was illuminated with makeup lights, and a singular light that hung from the ceiling. The walls papered a dusty yellow and the floors cracked and dirty tile.

"Sit still." Simeon said as he started to dab makeup onto my cheeks, eyes and lips. My face was sore already, the pressure he applied only made it worse.

He faced me towards a mirror as he inspected his work, and I wanted to shiver as I looked at the woman staring back at me. Through the makeup you could tell that I was littered in bruises, That the left side of my lip was busted and no matter how much makeup he applied Anyone could still see it.

"Not my best work—but the canvas wasn't easy to work with." He said as If I was a painting, that was to be strung onto a wall for people to ogle at.

"Okay well you are fucking ugly too." I muttered towards him under my breath and he closed his mouth as he walked away and towards a rack of Clothing.

Actually let me correct myself. A rack of lingerie bodysuits.

"Here." He said as he threw me a red little one piece, it might as well have been see thought but when It comes down to it I'd rather wear this then continue being naked.

Reaching down I slipped away my old underwear and quickly pulled the bodysuit on.
Usually when I'd wear them, I'd feel so fucking hot. I'd put them on before I'd go out, or maybe just to go to Starbucks. Because you never know when you might need to be wearing one.

But right now, I felt like I was sinning. I wanted to take it off and slip on sweats and a hoodie.

Simeon broke the silence to say "I am almost sorry for you Serina." He said genuinely, his eyes giving off a look of pity before they went cold again.

"What is happening." I whispered and he looked at me plainly.

"Just do what they say, whatever they say. Be respectful—Just be normal." He said before he took out his walkie talkie that was attached to his hip.

His eyes meeting mine for a few seconds before he said. "She's ready."

Ready for what.

"If I die, just know, I am coming back for you." I growled. "I am going to haunt your ass—"

I heard the door slam open and I shook my head as I looked towards Simeon, as he looked away from me and to the ground as two men gripped me under my arms and dragged me away.

My screams loud as they ripped across the halls. "Let me go you deranged cantaloupes." I yelled as they bursted through a pair of door and set me on my feet.

"Eat my shit." I screamed again, as I tried to kartwell out of danger, but of course they caught me.

Damn it!

Their hands pushed me towards a pedestal surrounded by a glass box, I tried to fight but Serina vs two apes with guns and pokey sticks wasn't a winning fight.

The one man pulled out a muzzle and slipped it over my head and mouth, silencing me. My hands, they bound behind my back.

My screams muffled as they threw me quickly inside and shut the door and locked it, my body pounding the clear thick glass.

I watched as the two of them backed away, and the crowd around my box started to fill with men dressed in expensive suits with bimbos clinging to their arms. Numbered paddles in their hands.

This was an auction. And I was the item.

oops I did it again. Don't be mad at me :))