The auctioneer dragged me and threw me into the car. It seemed like the passenger seat. The car door was closed and I straightened up.

"You can take off the blind now." my owner said as he started the car.

"I can't. I have tried. Can you take it off?"

"That was an impolite way of asking." he said.

"Ohh. Sorry. Can you please take it off master."

"That's the correct way but no."

"W-why."

"Because I don't want to." He seemed to be having fun.

"But I have not seen light in two days, please master." I begged. The constant darkness was driving crazy. But he didn't answer.

"I'll see." that's all he said and continued driving.

After a moment of intense silent driving he finally pulled over, dragged me out of the car, into an elevator and finally he unlocked the door and threw me on the floor.

The floor I sat on was made of wood and it was cold, but that didn't bother me. Maybe this was is home or condo, I couldn't tell, but one thing I knew was that it was on top of some building since we took an elevator. I'm guessing it's midnight since I didn't hear anyone along the way.

A dragging sound caught my attention, most likely a stool or chair.

"Lucia Balu, tell me about yourself. Who gave you such a name? And why choose different origins for it."

"I- I really don't know."

I heard him stand up and walk towards me.

Standing in front of me, he lifted up my chin, "Maybe it's because of your hair or perhaps those red lips?" He kissed me softly yet my body trembled.

He let my chin go and walked behind me, clapped his hands once, then took off the blind.

Suddenly being exposed to light, after so long made me wince and shut them again in response.

Slowly I opened them again and let them adjust. A big lounge was in front of me with wall-sized windows. A round couch that faced the led on the wall.

I finally looked back at the handsome man staring down at me, he had beautiful features, Grey eyes with black hair and a sharp jawline.

He offered me his hand, I glanced at his eyes, there was no way to read them, dark and quiet they were. I took his hand and he pulled me up.

"Do you know how to cook?" He asked me.

"No."

"You're utterly useless then." his words were cold and harsh.

"I believe I wasn't sold as a cook."

He smirked, grabbed my wrist with his right hand and pulled me closer roughly.
"You were sold as a sex slave." He caressed my neck with his other hand and whispered in my ear, "I have too many women to give me that. But you," He looked at me. "You will entertain me in other ways."

His gaze made me shiver. If I were to give him a name it would be, 'A handsome devil.'...


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