Her Blood - (Whispers of Fate: Book 1)

Chapter 2

Grace's Point of View:

I was sitting in a cold and dark room, crying.

Where was I? Who were those two men? Did they bring me here?

I was feeling nauseous because this place smelt like rotten eggs and piss. The voice of constant dripping water was annoying me. Candles were the only source of light here. I was in some kind of dungeon.

I hugged my knees. I wanted to go home.

I heard footsteps. They were coming towards me, goosebumps crept upon me. Who was coming? My heart was beating wildly.

The gate of this dungeon opened and two people entered in.

I wiped my glossy eyes to see who they were. I paled looking at those same two men.

"John, take her out! The auction gonna start. We'll be richer after selling her," said the taller guy among them. He looked at me with his lips pressed together in a thin line.

My brows snapped together. What?! They were selling me?! Were they crazy? I can't be sold. My breaths quickened.

"Yeah Vincent, we will have a party tonight," John said and slapped Vincent's shoulder and laughed.

Vincent went out of the room. Only John and I were left here.

He walked towards me, making my heart pound. He had a smirk on his face. He looked at me like I was a piece of meat. Sweat was dripping from his blond hair.

"W-WHO ARE Y-YOU!? LET ME G-GO!" I screamed.

"Shut up! You filthy human, how dare you raise your voice at me?" he said and grabbed my chin in a tight grip. I shuddered at the tone of his voice.

"P-Please leave me," I said and tears swanned my eyes.

"No," he said with a blank expression. He took out a chain from his pocket, my eyes went wide looking at them.

He forcefully took my hands and tied them with that chain.

"Leave me!" I pleaded, but he didn't listen to me. Sobs were passing through my mouth.

He stood very close and sniffed me. I tried to move away from him.

"Mmm... a virgin, good, you will sell on a very high amount," he grinned.

"Stand up!" he said.

"NO!" I screamed.

"No worries," he said.

He took my hands and started dragging me out of this place. I screamed and kicked and thrashed, but he didn't leave me, he was too strong.

My body was hurting because of getting dragged on cold, hard floor which was full of tiny stones. My clothes got a bit ripped too. My hands felt like they would just rip off me.

Why was this happening to me? Was only pain written in my life? Was I destined to be unhappy?

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I was standing in a cage which was kept on a stage. Hundreds of people were standing around the stage and were looking at me. They were shouting and screaming.

I felt so vulnerable because of my torn clothes. Tears were flowing out of my eyes. I was getting sold.

I was brutally beat many times by my parents, but they never did something as cruel as this.

I wiped my tears with my shaky hands, but they got replaced with the new ones.

"THE NEXT THING TO BE SOLD IS A VIRGIN HUMAN!!" the loudspeaker screamed and everyone cheered.