Anya watched as the bids began to fly. The man in charge of the auction was grinning from ear to ear as bids came flying at him, each one topping the other by great margin. She could see their greedy eyes as their mouths moved, bids slipping free in earnest hope. Anya had seen this happen before a few times when a grand healthy horse was put up for sale or an exotic slave that one could hardly find anymore. Truth be told, though, Anya hadn’t expected such a response from the crowd.
The shouts of bids continued with the man conducting the auction having no plans to stop it. It was clear it was going to be the richest person in the crowd that won this round. A sharp, firm voice sliced through the shouts, bringing a heavy silence down upon the auction house. Anya watched as the greedy eyes turned to the owner of the voice, Anya’s gaze following. It didn’t take long before she spotted the woman who had called out such a high bid. There was no mistaking with the woman was. One would have to be deaf and blind to not know who the woman was.
Anya’s gaze focused on Miss. Carmen. Her gaze immediately fell on the umbrella and riding crop in her possession. She felt a sharp jolt of fear course through her body before her gaze ran up the tight black dress and corset and landing upon her face.
The man conducting the auction grinned proudly. “My, my what a generous bid! Can anyone top this lady’s bid? Anyone?” The hall was silent, all eyes upon the woman. “Very well. The slave is sold for 5000 gold. You can pick up your slave in the east wing when you are finished with the auction, Ma’am.” He gestured for his partner to take Anya off stage as the next slave was brought up.
Anya was still staring at Carmen before she felt strong hands take her by her arm, leading her off the stage. Anya blinked and looked over at the tall man leading her off the stage and led her over to the east wing where all the sold slaves were held until their new masters and mistresses could pick them up later after they were finished with the auction. Anya’s mind was reeling as she followed the man –though she had little choice-. Five thousand gold? That was triple the amount Anya thought her father would get.
Cassandra glanced over at the two waiting guards before focusing back on Officer Kreutz. This was definitely different. Then again she had been warned that the rules in this particular wing were different than the ones she was used to. She let out a small sigh before shaking her head. “Understood.” Cassandra did indeed want the heat turned back on in her cell. She didn’t know how much time she had spent ‘cooling off’ but she felt her cold skin craving for a warm shower.
When Officer Kreutz’s orders came Cassandra didn’t react right away. She glanced back over to the two waiting guards. No flicker of emotion crossed either of their faces as she remained standing before her cell, their eyes glued upon her. Slowly her gaze shifted back to Officer Kreutz. Prisoners usually didn’t strip down for their showers until they had been taken to the showering area. She had two choices. She could either argue with Officer Kreutz and hope to find more warmth within that thin blanket upon her bed or she could comply and possibly get a good glimpse of how the wing was laid out.
With another short sigh Cassandra reached up to the collar of her bright orange jumpsuit and began to unbutton it, revealing the plain white tee-shirt she wore beneath it. Slipping her arms out of the long bright orange sleeves she let half of the jumpsuit hang around her waist while she bent over to slip her shoes off. Once that was down she pushed the rest of her jumpsuit down, revealing the white underwear she wore beneath the jumpsuit as well.
She then pulled her white tee-shirt up over her head and allowed it fall to the cell floor alongside her jumpsuit. Left standing in only her white bra and underwear Cassandra glanced down at her body, spotting various bruises she had received during her stay at the prison. She pointed to one bruise in particular along her side. “I’m pretty sure that one came from one of your guards earlier. I like the size and shape of it. Looks like we had a big fight.” She grinned at Officer Kretuz before removing her bra and underwear until she stood completely naked within her cold cell.
She expected Demeter to respond either verbally or physically. At least, that what Kris had been taught would happen once the pleading happened. Either the torturer would start to fuck with her mind or really start to torture her. So it took Kris by surprise when all that followed was silence. But not a peaceful silence. An uncomfortable silence. One that hinted that perhaps the worst was yet to come. That Demeter was now thinking up some way to torture her more. She couldn’t read the Detective’s mind and that was the part that scared Kris the most. The torture really hadn’t lasted that long and already the idea of snitching seemed better than suffering from Demeter’s creative mind.
No! No! Snitching is a death sentence! Focus…you can withstand the pain.
Kris watched as Demeter set her tools down and returned to her seat, her eyes set upon her. Kris met her gaze once before looking away and beginning to pull against the cable wires, trying to desperately find some way out of the chair. Yet it was clear Demeter knew what she was doing. There was no give in the cable wires. The only way she was getting out the cable wires was if she magically grew a third limb and got her own knife that rested within her pocket or Demeter released her.
As the silence drew on Kris looked back over at Demeter. She could still feel the sting of the icy blade on her cheek. She could also feel the warm whispers of the tingle Demeter had left upon her other cheek from her breath, before introducing the red hot blade. “I can’t tell you anything.” Her voice broke the uncomfortable silence that had only been getting heavier for Kris.
Yet again she pulled upon the cable wires as if they would finally give. “Fuck these cable wires.” Her comment muttered under her breath.