Thud.
Overwhelmed by sheer agony, Vicky collapsed limply on the floor.
Sif snorted. “Ah, what a delicate maiden, collapsing even before I’m done. You’re not even going to last days, but that’s fine. I just wanted to see you crumble in regret.”
Dropping her blood-stained knife, she gestured at her bodyguards. “Go. Hang her on the stage-I’m going to pick the first lucky guest soon.” “Yes, ma’am!”
Two of Sif’s bodyguards picked Vicky up and dragged her to the stage illuminated with myriad colored bubbles, hanging her up by her wrists. “Wake her up,” Sif added, reclining against her couch and lighting herself a cigarette, crossing her legs as she enjoyed the show. Splash!
A bodyguard splashed a bucket of water over Vicky, jolting her awake.
Sif spread her arms right then. “Oh, Vicky… Where’s your pride now? You look so much like a pathetic wet hen now. I could really laugh.”
Then, pointing at the crowd below the stage, she said, “You see these people? These are all your guests for tonight. They will all take turns to love you… and don’t worry, I will record everything and send it to Frank first thing. He will get to watch his woman having fun with so many men, so don’t forget to smile.”
“I’ll kill you!” Vicky bellowed with the last bit of strength she had, wincing in pain as she tore open the cuts across her face and started bleeding again.
“Go on, yell all you want you’d lose the strength for that soon enough.”
Sif sneered, and clapped her hands
to draw the attention of the eager masked men standing nearby. “Everyone, I’m sure I don’t have to introduce Vicky Turnbull. I do
et xela
apologize for ruining her face, but that body? Tut, tut… Few could compare, don’t you agree?
“What’s more, she’s a virgin!”
The whole crowd cheered thunderously at that.
“Me! Me! Me! Let me go first, Ms. Lionheart!”
“Don’t even think about it! I’m first!”
“I’ll pay! I’ll even pay!”
“Shit, Vicky Turnbull’s first time? The very idea sounds thrilling!”
The masked man all cheered so deafening they threatened to bring down the ceiling, enthusiasm showing all over their face.
After all, few could match Vicky’s beauty across all of Draconia! She was a real goddess in the eyes of many, and it crushed the hearts of many when her engagement with Titus Lionheart was announced.
But somehow, the same goddess was here right before them, ripe for the taking.
How could they call themselves a man if they did not devour this feast served to them? The honor of deflowering her only sent them into further frenzy!
“How long are we going to argue about this?!” rotund man barked just then. “Ms. Lionheart, let’s decide this with an auction! Whoever pays the first goes first, and the next highest bid goes second, and so forth. Naturally, the poor ones go last. How about that?”
“Wonderful! Why did that never occur to me?” Sif exclaimed, smacking herself on the forehead before turning toward Vicky and guffawing.
“Oh, Vicky, just look-you may be disfigured, but so many men still desire you! You are truly blessed!”
