As Miss Catherine led her out of the office, Aurora’s mind raced with thoughts of the night ahead. She had never been with a man before, and the prospect of being forced to entertain a room full of them filled her with revulsion. Yet she knew that this was her chance to win favor with Damian and potentially protect her new friend.
The hours ticked by as Miss Catherine and the other women of the house went to work on Aurora. They dressed her in a revealing dress, the fabric so thin that it barely covered her body. Her makeup was applied with a heavy hand, painting a mask of seductiveness over her fear and anger. She felt like a doll being dressed up for a sick game.
When the time came, Aurora was led into a grand room where Damian’s guests had gathered. The air was thick with lust and greed, and the men’s eyes were like vultures, devouring her from head to toe. Aurora’s heart raced, but she focused on the promise she had made to Luna. For her, she would endure this.
One of the guests, a man with a greasy smile and beady eyes, approached Aurora. He grabbed her roughly by the waist, pulling her against the cold marble wall. Aurora’s breath hitched as his hand slid up her thigh, his fingers probing the fabric of her dress, searching for the soft, untouched flesh beneath.
Her heart hammered in her chest as he found what he was looking for, his grubby digit pushing past the flimsy barrier to explore her most intimate parts. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he inserted one finger into her tight, untouched opening, his grin widening as he felt her tense and whimper.
Aurora’s mind was a whirl of revulsion and fear, her body trembling as she struggled to remain still. The man’s breath was hot and sour against her neck, his chuckle grating on her nerves as he withdrew his finger, glistening with her innocence. He held it up to the light, a macabre trophy, before turning to face Damian. “She’s fresh meat,” he said, his voice gruff with excitement. “And still untouched.”
Damian’s gaze flicked to Aurora, his eyes cold and calculating. He had hoped to keep her pure for his own pleasure, but the prospect of using her as a bargaining chip with these men was too tempting. He knew her value would skyrocket if they believed she was untouched, a rare commodity in a world where innocence was a currency more precious than gold.
Can I buy her!??
“Ah, Mr. Petrovich,” Damian said, his voice a lazy drawl. “You wish to purchase Aurora?” He stepped closer to the man, his smile never reaching his eyes. “I’m afraid she’s not for sale. She’s my personal… acquisition.” The greasy-faced man’s expression fell, his greed momentarily overriding his lust.
“But she’s a virgin,” he protested, his eyes flicking back to Aurora. She could see the hunger in his gaze, and she wanted nothing more than to shrink away from him.
“Indeed,” Damian said, his voice like a whip crack. “And she will remain that way. Tonight, she’s here to… entertain. To show you what you can’t have.” His smile was cold, and Aurora felt a spark of hope. If she could keep her virginity, maybe she could find a way to use it as leverage, to keep herself and Luna safe.
The man named Mr. Petrovich grunted, his grip on Aurora’s waist tightening. “Fine,” he said, his eyes glittering with frustration. “But I expect a good show.” He shoved Aurora towards the center of the room, where a large, plush chair had been placed. The other guests had gathered around, their eyes hungry and expectant.
Aurora’s heart hammered in her chest as she took her place in the chair, her legs trembling. The men circled around her, their leers making her skin crawl. Miss Catherine whispered in her ear, “Remember, do as you’re told, and you’ll be fine.” But Aurora knew that ‘fine’ was a relative term in this place.
The first act of the twisted performance began with Aurora’s dance, her body moving to the seductive rhythm of the music against her will. Her movements were stiff at first, but she soon found a strange rhythm, her fear giving way to a numb determination to get through this ordeal. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sound of Luna’s quiet sobs in the night, the memory of her pain driving Aurora to push aside her own.
As the music grew louder, the men grew more eager, their hands reaching out to touch her, to claim their prize. Aurora flinched, her skin feeling as if it were on fire under their greedy caresses. But she didn’t fight back; she knew that would only make it worse. Instead, she danced, her eyes still closed, her mind a million miles away from the horror of this moment.
The dance ended, and Aurora felt a hand on her shoulder, guiding her to stand. She opened her eyes to find Damian’s cold gaze on her, a smirk playing on his lips. “Now,” he said, his voice a low growl, “the real fun begins.” He led her to a large bed that had been set up in the center of the room, the red silk sheets gleaming under the dim lights.
The men’s eyes followed her like a pack of hungry wolves, their lust a tangible presence in the air. Aurora’s stomach churned as she realized what was expected of her. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. For Luna, she had to endure this.
Damian gestured to the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. “Strip,” he said, his voice a cold command. Aurora hesitated for a moment, then slowly began to peel away the layers of her clothing, revealing her bare skin to the leering eyes of the men around her. Each piece that fell to the floor felt like a part of herself being peeled away, leaving her more vulnerable than she had ever been.
The room grew hot, the air thick with the scent of lust and sweat. Aurora’s heart raced as she stepped out of her final piece of clothing, her hands shaking as she covered her breasts and sex with her arms. She felt exposed, a prize to be claimed by the highest bidder. The men’s eyes roved over her, their hunger palpable.
Damian watched her, his expression unreadable. Aurora could feel his gaze like a physical touch, a violation that made her skin crawl. She forced herself to look away, focusing instead on the cold marble floor beneath her bare feet.
One of the men, a burly brute with a thick mustache, stepped closer. He reached out, his sausage-like fingers grabbing Aurora’s wrist and pulling her hand away from her chest. He chuckled as he cupped her left breast in his palm, squeezing it roughly. Aurora’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes flying open in shock and horror. “So soft,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Damian watched with a mix of irritation and amusement, his own desire simmering just beneath the surface. He knew that Aurora’s innocence was part of her allure, but the girl’s spirit was starting to annoy him. He had to remind her of her place, and what better way than to let his guests taste the forbidden fruit?
The burly man’s rough handling of Aurora was the final straw. She felt a tear slip down her cheek, but she didn’t make a sound, her eyes pleading with Damian for an end to this humiliation. Damian’s eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward, pulling Aurora away from the lecherous guest. “Gentlemen, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he said, his voice a velvet threat. “She’s mine to break in.”
The room fell silent as Aurora’s heart thudded in her chest. The reality of her situation hit her like a ton of bricks. She had been sold to this monster to satisfy his twisted desires, and now she was to be used to entertain his depraved friends. A sob caught in her throat, but she swallowed it down, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing her break.
A well-dressed man with a slicked-back hair stepped forward, his eyes glinting with a greed that matched the others. “Damian,” he began, his voice thick with impatience, “why do you refuse to sell her? We all know the rule-anything we want, we can have for the right price.”
Damian’s gaze never left Aurora’s face as he replied, his voice cold and unyielding. “I’ve told you, she’s not for sale,” he said, his grip on Aurora’s arm tightening slightly. “She’s mine, and she’ll remain that way.”
The room grew tense, the air thick with the scent of unspoken challenges and power plays. Aurora felt the weight of the men’s gazes on her, their greed and frustration palpable. She was a prize they hadn’t been allowed to claim, a trophy they hadn’t won. Yet.
But Damian’s possessive words had another effect on Aurora, one she didn’t anticipate. A strange mix of relief and fear washed over her. Relief that she hadn’t been handed over to these vile men like a piece of meat at a butcher’s shop. Fear of what ‘breaking her in’ would entail. She knew it wouldn’t be gentle or kind.
The crowd of men murmured among themselves, clearly unhappy with Damian’s decision. Aurora could see the greed in their eyes, the desire to claim what was clearly being denied to them. She knew she was in for a long, painful night, but she was determined to survive, to find a way out of this hellhole.
Meanwhile, Lily watched the scene unfold from the shadows of the room, her eyes narrowed into slits of fury. She had always been Damian’s favorite, the one he turned to when he needed someone to satisfy his darkest whims. Yet here he was, hoarding this fresh piece of merchandise like a dragon with its treasure. Her anger grew as she took in Aurora’s trembling form, the untouched beauty that had somehow captured the boss’s attention.
As the night wore on, Aurora was subjected to a series of increasingly degrading acts, each one more humiliating than the last. Yet she remained stoic, her mind focused solely on Luna and the promise she had made to protect her. The men grew more frustrated with each passing hour, their desperation to claim her making the air almost unbearable.
The tension grew palpable as the guests’ patience began to wear thin. The whispers grew louder, the glances more heated, and Aurora could feel the room’s collective anger building like a storm. Damian, however, remained unfazed, his grip on Aurora’s arm the only sign of his own simmering irritation.
Finally, the last guest took his turn, a sadistic twinkle in his eye. He pulled Aurora onto the bed, her body stiff with fear and determination. She knew what was coming, had steeled herself for it all night. Yet as he climbed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the soft silk, she couldn’t help but flinch. His hand grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes as he whispered, “You’ll learn to love this, little one.”