“Two hundred thousand euros for a girl!”—a low voice is heard from somewhere in the dark corner of the hall.
Silence hangs in the air, and I shrink in horror. They bought me like an item!
“Goodness, what generous guests we have today,” the host says.
The man sitting at a far table suddenly draws deeply on his cigarette, and for a moment his strong, determined face is lit by an orange glow, like the flames of Hell. And the most terrifying thing is that I know this emissary of the underworld.
“The money is already in the account—you can check! Pack up the purchase and deliver it to my room. But keep in mind, I hate it when someone touches my things, and I can kill for that!”
The man gets up and leaves slowly and gracefully, and I stare in terror at his broad, powerful back. How did the Monster find me?
I was put up for auction by fraud, as if I were a lot. The one who bought me is the man I hate—but I still love him... He showed me what real happiness is, and then he crushed it.