Auctioned Mates Revenge

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sweet and loving. I couldn’t have asked for better parents. My younger sist

of the precious stones we mined and the flowers that grew in abundance tha

we collected gems in the rivers and spent our days playing tag in the meadows. Our parents would watch us from the back of our house until it was time

that I would barely get six

our Dad had written when he was eighteen. It was supposed to be sweet and funny. Everyone was supposed to laugh and tease Dad. Dad was su

capturing us before we could run. Blood and gunpowder filled the air as I tried to use my mind l

ourtyard fountain in bleak horror. Their wedding bands glinted in the sunligh

ng but pull Angelia closer to me and h

’t come. It wa

hem,” one of the

lia with me, but we were surrounded. A bag was shoved over my

as running away from me in panic as

closed or you’ll w

She didn’t respond, either out of shock or because she was uncons

sobbing. Dead. Our parents were dead. Our

the doors open and someone d

ve

like a dungeon and when they ripped the bag off my heels, I realized we were in a du

could hear her teeth chattering thou

ed. "Glenda, where a

the memories at bay. We had

us to bring him

ghed. It was a leering, gut-turning sou

e all so pretty… How are

d Armilla by her jaw and stared down into her face. Armilla had al

nes,” another one said

owards Angelia and me. He leered and

shuddering, “Plea

e grabbed Angelia with his other hand and proceeded to

ood time,

rip. Panic took over as I saw the fear in Armilla’s face. Angelia had gone all

art r

ry! What about lunar flowers? We have

that’s not yours anymore?” He scoffed, “Move

into another section that had been turned into a room. There w

ind us as a fat, whale of a man turned towards us. I could tell by hi

e first, grabbing my chin and leaning close to take a deep breath

ding herself perfectly still as he

Angelia, tracing a

e the obedient ones… Welcome girls,

took a long drink, rubbing at his crotch through his robe. Armilla retched besi

of the room for help, sympathy, or somethi

there to s

othes,” he said,

been. Angelia was barely fourteen, and Armil

the eldest. I had to

ide my pride as I undressed. The room was heated, but I was

serve you

o eager. I’ll h

asn’t a place of endless fi

Someone was always crying. A guard was always telling someone to shut up. I was always in pain, yet I trie

that each time we were brought back from Dan’s

an, I waited until we were halfway down the hall before throwin

as backhanded to the ground

Another guard hauled her and Armilla down the hall towa

shoving me to the ground and closing the door. The lock slid into place and I g

onscious again. I pulled at my shackles, trying to break them, but they were m

l and tried to conserve my strength for my next escape a