ELEANOR
“Going once… going twice… sold!” I could hear the bell ringing louder than usual. “Please come forward to claim your property,” the anchor said, and the crowd erupted in excited cheers.
I watched as the buyer approached with a smirk on his face as he approached the girl, his hands grabbing the girl’s b.reasts as he kissed her roughly.
I was disgusted, and even more so as the crowds cheered him on.
He moaned as his hands moved over her body, and I cringed as he tore her dress open so the crowd could see how he was unpleasantly touching her. I watched as the girl’s eyes widened in fear and I heard her whimpering; she looked about seventeen, but she was being violated in front of a crowd by a beast, and I couldn’t do anything to help.
I was forced to watch as the man raped her like a dog in heat, and when he was done, he wore his trousers and yelled at the crowd, they all cheered him even after watching the disgusting scene playing in front of them.
“I like this one; she takes it well. She is worth every penny I paid for her.” He laughed loudly as he picked up the girl from the ground, ignoring the blood dripping from her private region, and carried her out of the arena on his shoulder.
“Wow, that was entertaining to watch. Bring in the next one!” The anchor yelled and another girl was dragged out to be bid on.
I wanted everything to stop, but I knew no one would come to our aid; the moon goddess was a lie we were fed from the start.
None of these would be happening to us if she were real.
Teens were violated right in front of my eyes; girls my age were raped to see if they’d be good as s3x slaves; those who weren’t were either killed or sent away to be normal slaves for their household.
The stage was stained with blood, some of the blood were those of the girls whose virginity had been taken, and some of it was the blood of girls slain right in front of my eyes for now being good enough.
I desperately wanted this nightmare to end. Everything was happening too fast and I wished it was all a bad dream from which I could wake up.
Soon it was my turn to be bidden on, and I feared that I would be violated like the rest of the unlucky girls, especially given the way I was being praised.
This was not how I imagined my life would turn out. I wanted to close my eyes and then open them again to find myself at the Packhouse with my family.
That was never going to happen, however, because this was not a dream, but rather reality.
“Sold! The feisty one is sold to the person standing next to the one in black over there for $150 million. Please come forward to claim your property,” the anchor said, and the bell rang once more.
I’d just been sold as a slave or sex slave to someone.
EARLIER ON
I watched my Pack being annihilated right in front of my eyes. The people I loved were slaughtered, the men massacred, and the women bound with chains and led into a truck.
It all happened so fast that no one saw it coming.
We were all in the field celebrating our creator, the moon goddess, and were so absorbed in the drums and songs that we didn’t realize we were surrounded until it was too late. The festival‘s excitement was coursing through us, but before we knew it, we were being slaughtered like lambs.
They‘d done a good job of masking their pheromones before invading us.
The rest of the women were spared, with the exception of the elderly and pregnant women. They justified the killing of the elderly and pregnant women by claiming that they were condemned goods that no one wanted.
My parents were not spared, either, with my father being the Alpha and my mother being the Luna.
In front of me, they were both beheaded and set ablaze.
I screamed and prayed for a miracle, but it never came. No one came to our aid, not even the moon goddess we had been celebrating.
My hands and feet were bound in chains, with the other end held by my captors, who dragged me right into the van.
The younger ones were crying while the older ones consoled them; some were fortunate enough to have their mothers with them, while others were unlucky enough to have lost their mothers and fathers.
“What will become of us now, Elenora?” Clara, one of the girls, asked in a frightened whisper.
Clara and I had been friends since we were kids, and she was more like a sister to me, so I was relieved she had survived. At the very least, I had someone I could call my own.