"Well, this time what you will witness is the last of us... the most beautiful will always be kept for the last."
The clown-masked man spoke all over the room filled with people on their expensive suits in every small room, looking from behind binoculars in their hands in the direction which the host was taking the stage. Every eye saw the barely platinum blonde-haired girl shimmering over the dim sheen of the stage lights. The porcelain skin that seem as clear as a glass, and don't forget the flaming ruby iris makes the last girl at the slave auction look like a jewel shining on a pile of garbage.
And as the bidding begins the clown-masked man smiles broadly as his loyal customers bid at high prices. The atmosphere getting more festive as everyone races to get the evening's dessert from this event, as is the case with the platinum-haired girl staring fearlessly. Her body was full of cuts and lashes, she felt so dirty that the sheer white dress could barely cover every part of her body.
The ruby bead of the girl stares intensely around, noticing one by one the barbaric aristocrats who dare to buy her just like an item. Until her gaze falls on a pair of golden iris in one of the booths, the girl knows very well who owns the iris. They exchanged glances long enough. However, their eyes were cut off when the host suddenly hit the hammer, "One million gold, this ruby girl sold for a million gold!"
Surprised? Of course, if only she could make a noise. She had shouted and thrashed. Unfortunately, her throat was shattered even her hands were fastened tightly with an iron chain associated with a pole creating a reddish purple rash around her.
Too busy to dissolve in her mind until she did not realize that she had been pulled off the stage, thrashing until her body several times fell over the platinum-voiced girl trying as hard as the rest of her energy so as not to be taken away by muscular men who looked like a boxer.
In vain, however, a young girl's energy seems to be the same as a fly. She can see either a young man or woman being herded like a livestock through a long dark passageway, the look of fear and surrender is an expression that appears etched on their faces, makes her even more panicked.
It getting worse, when she sees a man with a big fat body was standing at the end of the hallway. The man smiled very broadly; even he could make both ends of his lips torn.
"Amazing! Thank you for the best!" exclaimed the uproarious man as he hugged the star's body from the auction he held that night, while the girl rebelled until her head hit the chin of the uproarious man who had stared at her in anger. However, the stare changed with his terrible smile as the red-brown-haired man walked up to them.
"Lord Frederic D'Ryvon, it is an honor for me to please you with my little gem," said the uproarious man who had taken over the chain from the hands of one of his men. Frederic did not immediately answer the man's words before him, who was none other than the owner and organizer of the slave’s market.
Iris ruby the girl glances sharply when suddenly the man named Frederic is pulverizing her lips possessively; even she can feel a hand start squeezing her buttocks. Not only did it get there, next to the chewy mound it felt like someone was starting to touch it slowly, that bastard!
Not wanting to surrender, the girl wriggled with all her might until finally the man in front of her let go of the bit on her lips, and smiled disgustingly. Gerald just shook his head inexhaustible at one of his customer. Baron Frederic Van Moran, a striped man with a passion just like a wild animals. He often bought female slaves from him to be used as a dreamer of his desires. Actually, Gerald has enough sympathy because a girl as beautiful as her jewel falls into Moran's hands. However, money is the judges that determines to whom his belongings will be transferred.
"What if you did it in the usual room?" bids Gerald with a slanted smile, let alone offered by the cunning pig, but his offer manages to score another Frederic's disgusting smile.
"Here's the key, my Lord."
"Just add it later to the bill, I'll ask my Butler to prepare it."
A gold key has just been given to the Baron's hand, as well as a chain that twists both hands of the girl.
No! He doesn't want to end up on the hands of as an unmanly man like him!
And as if gaining strength out of nowhere, the platinum-haired girl jumps up and gives a kick as she feels the grip on her chain loosen. On target, her foot managed to make the Baron fall to the top of Gerald's body.
"Go after that bitch!"
Running at lightning speed, the platinum-haired girl passes each of Gerald's men while holding a chain that twists her hand. However, her luck stops when her body collides with someone. She grumbled because she felt like she had just hit a walking pole, but her gaze was fixed on the figure in front of her.
That was the golden-iris man!
"Caught you! Bitch, don't know yourself you just hurt one of my most important customer!"
The girl felt her neck suffocated as Gerald grabbed her neck and pulled her body rough, the girl's ruby iris falling back on the figure of the man in front of her, who just looked at her with her eyebrows raised as if asking 'Are you need help?'
Why do men so annoying, does she must give an answer, if her face have shown very clearly that she was need a help. Had her throat been able to sound, she would have been screaming for help. Forget about a help, the girl really hates everything that happens to her.She vowed to avenge her wounds and suffering, forcibly drawing those who had dared to plunge her into the abyss of misery.
When death comes to her and she has the opportunity to life in the next life, she will makes sure to avenge them one by one much more painfully.
Clear liquid begins to wet the girl's porcelain cheeks, a shadow of fear of a much more horrific torment and is used as a lust-in tool for the Baron's striped nose to haunt her.
"Wait ..."
A husky voice interrupts the man and his men, the two even stuttering several times as they realize who has just spoken, "D-Duke Vladmire!"
A golden-bead man with a hair as dark as the night sky, now stands right in front of Gerald and his men, while the two are beset by excruciating anxiety to unknowingly chug their saliva. Bowing half-body while holding their tremble’s body, where did the slave traders run?
"I want the girl," the Duke said plainly and clearly. Pranking several times the man with the stature scratches his cheeks that do not feel itchy, however this ruby-bead girl has become someone else's property. He no longer has the right to decide that.
Without waiting for an answer from the slave’s market owner, the golden-bead man has forcibly taken the chain that was originally in Gerald's hands. Pranking several times, the girl seemed quite confused about the Duke's behavior. Gerald was about to protest because of the man's arbitrary actions, but he chose to hold his mouth open as the reddish-brown-haired man walked in a squealing move.
"W-wait! She's mine!" exclaimed Frederic, the man with a striped nose looking chaotic. Her hair seemed to have just been hit by a typhoon, and his face was flushed with a slight trace of red viscous liquid under the corners of his nose.
"I bought it first! A million pieces of gold! I've spent a million gold pieces on that bitch!!"
"Then ... I'll give you a hundred million pieces of gold instead, is that enough?"
Gerald was flabbergasted; his jaw just came off because he heard the man's offer of dark cheers. One hundred million pieces of gold is not a small amount, if he knew that from the beginning he should have offered it to the Duke.
However, not for Frederic who felt he had just lost badly by receiving a kick from a slave. His pride as a noble had just been dropped, so he still remained steadfast in asking for the girl's return.
"I told you, this bitch is mine!" Frederic forcibly took the chain out of the Duke's hands; unfortunately what he did was a big mistake. Gerald and his men clearly knew it, they even immediately kneel for asking a forgiveness. While Frederic remained standing defiantly.
"You idiot."
"Arggghhh …"
Everyone there who heard the desperate screams of the brown-haired-reddish-haired man shuddered in fear, the pale look of them had been etched upon seeing the sight of the Baron's body shattered to pieces leaving patches of reddish stains on the walls and floor. Gerald's body shook violently when a bag containing gold pieces was thrown right in his face, without daring to look up he preferring to stay down.
I told you, he should have realized who he was talking to, you piece of shit.
"All right, I'll bring what's mine."
The iris ruby girl sees it clearly; a handsome man figure is reviewing a slanted smile with a vibrant golden bead. She swallow her saliva when the man's hand carried around her bruised body into the Duke's arms. All right, after seeing the spectacle of the platinum-haired girl just convinced that she had just received a help from a demon.
