Re: Auction Room
Lillah kept her hands held inside one another so she wouldn't be tempted to fidget. She held a pleasant little smile, nothing that actually showed how excited she was. She had been talked harshly to by the others that where there, nearly all of them criticizing her for actually wanting to be sold. But she never spoke more to them than what was required, which was whenever they asked her questions. One actually thought to ask about her bruised neck and busted lip, that's when she let them have it. Her ex boyfriend was the worst 'master' than anything she could face at auction that day. The man had tried to kill her twice, his most recent being right after she came home and grabbed her already packed bag.
He thought she was leaving him again, but she told him that her name had been drawn, she had to go. Well, Blake still didn't like that answer, and he punched her across the face, causing Lillah to slam her knees on the tile floor, hard. Then the coward began kicking her in the stomach, in the chest, before he finally came down and wrapped his huge hands around her neck. Lillah tried fighting back, scratching at his face and arms, but to no avail. Had the police not shown up to collect her, he would have succeeded in killing her this time. But he was at least locked up this time, and now, now Lillah was free of him. She was even granted her wish of being moved out of Washington so she could be even further from him, should he make bail.
Everything was ten time brighter, and lovelier. Well, except maybe her. Lillah still sported his bruises on her neck, even though they tried covering them up with make-up, and her lip had lost the swelling, but it was still split on the side. Her stomach looked like a punching bag, but those were fading too, and she was able to stand better on her knees, though she still had a bit of limp when she walked. The clothes they had given her covered her burn scars, and the rest of her injured body, complete with long sleeves and a long skirt so the fabric wasn't brushing harshly against her knees.
She had just sat there in that room, lightly fixing her hair, smoothing out invisible wrinkles, and smiling lightly. Now she was going up on stage. She recognized a two-way mirror when she saw one, so she hoped there had been people there watching her, though no one came to speak to her. She hoped whoever had been watching her would bid on her. Lillah didn't care for this place much, even though she told herself it was still better than being with Blake.
She stood on stage, straight, shoulders back, head not completely up, but not drooping either, her hand inside the other so she didn't fidget. Lillah tried to control her breathing and hide her overall emotions. This was all so exciting. Lillah's number was called, and she overheard what they said about her.
"Human, 24, please excuse the markings, she is perfectly healthy. Has received two bachelors degrees in English and History, with three minors in Psychology, Science, and French. Does speak fluent French, intelligent, BUT does not speak unless spoken to. Will listen to every command given. Perfectly domesticated. Virgin. Bidding starts at $5,000."