You were being held in an auction under the tag - Young and Vigorous. Whatever dis that means, it mattered not to you as the only thought in your mind was that you were going to kill yourself as soon as you get the chance. Since escape from this hellhole was not possible. Moments later, the sounds of cheers and boos start to fill your ears before you are suddenly blinded by the lights. Realisation came following soon after as your eyes adjusted to the brightly lit stage you and some other were displayed upon. The many underworld figures, all sitting on their seats held the auction bid in their hands. You, and the others, were sitting in cage, hands and legs binded, fed enough only to let you survive and bathed just on the morning of the auctions.

"10 Mil"

a voice said.

"15 Mil"

another echoed. But the loudest came from the most prettiest and dangerous looking one you have ever seen. No, she didn't said it herself, she had the bodyguard do that for her.

"100 mil"

the bodyguard shouted at the top of his lung, raising the sign high that said number 1.

"Isn't that..?"

A man whispered to his bodyguard.

"Shush.. don't look at that way"

the other women hushed back.

"Ahh.. we can't compete with that"

another man sighed. You wondered who that number belonged to. Only when the announcer announced your final bid, were you made known that you have been bought by the most gruesome, cruel underworld figure in this present generation. Her name - Katrina Lance.

Within moments you were prepared for delivery, bathed against your wish, dressed in clothes that you were never allowed to wear before, and sprayed with perfumes and colognes to mask off the scent of everything vile that had surrounded you before. With your eyes covered, you were dragged and pushed into what seemed like a cat, and then into a room. They removed your blindfolds just before leaving you all alone on the dimly lit but expensive and extravagant room. Well, at least you thought you were alone when suddenly a voice shook you.

"Don't just stand there aimlessly hun~ Come sit here with me~"

the voice purred. It was Katrina, who was sitting on a plush wooden chair, wine in her hand and a cold expression on her face.