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You could hear the constant sound of sobbing and whispering in the darkness, telling you that you were not alone. You guessed that there were at least fifteen other girls around, but in the pitch black darkness you couldn't make out anything. The metal bars around you withhold you to move and forced you to crouch. As if the sounds wouldn't have been enough to scare you, a smell of blood, faeces and cold sweat lingered in the air making your stomach cramp.
You had been in there for a few hours at least since you woke up in this little cage with a bad headache. All you could recall were the party and a handsome man offering you a drink. It hadn't tasted strange, but soon after finishing it you had started to feel dizzy. The guy - he had presented himself as Thomas - had kept you company all the time, and his blurry face was the last thing you remembered before everything went black. Then you woke up here. You were clever enough to understand that you had been kidnapped, and what was probably going to happen next. And worse, that there was nothing you could do about it. You were trapped, helpless. So you just sat there and waited.
You did not know how long you had been sitting there when a small beam of light found its way into the room - a door had been opened, and soon enough a man appeared. Then another, and the headlight was turned on. Now for the first time you saw the row of cages right and left of you, all lined up on the wall. A few were empty, but in most of them were girls locked up, looking scared and confused, just as yourself. As you looked down, you saw that you were still wearing last night's clothes: black shorts and a (favourite colour) tank top. You felt bad about having that much skin exposed now.
You didn't have much time to think about it though.
"Shut up!" one of the men barked to silence the girls that begging them to let them go. Most of them whimpered now, and tears were running down their faces. You just tried to stay calm and to find out what they wanted from you. Soon two men with machine guns entered the room, and the men started to open the cages, dragging the girls out and lining them up. A few had to be woken up, their narcotics still operated. Those who were still tired or refused to come out were handled roughly, one that spit on one of the men was punched in the stomach and then pulled in the line by her hair. Her screams still rang in your ears as they opened your cage. You stepped out carefully, trying not to enrage anyone, but they pushed you anyway. Soon all the cages were empty, and the men gestured for you all to walk. So you did. Right outside of the room you had been locked up in was another locked one. Three women were waiting there for you, starting to wash off dirt and drag on clothes as soon as your procession stopped. Now you were even lucky about your clothes, seeing that long shirts and skirts were cut shorter or ripped off, until the men were happy with what the little clothing left revealed and all faces were clean from tears and dust.
And then, they led you through the next door. The headlights were so bright you had to close your eyes at first. As you opened them, you saw the strangers.
About thirty people were sitting and standing in a shadowy circle around the bright center, and you understood what you were here for. This bad presentiment proved itself as a man in a white suit took his place in the center of the light. "Ladies and Gentlemen," he started with a thick, Russian accent. "welcome to our exclusive little auction! The starting bids are, as always, 10'000 dollar. We only accept US-Dollar and payment in cash, the highest bid wins. And now, please give a warm welcome to our sweet ladies." The people clapped and one of the girls was dragged to the middle, where the man in white stood just seconds ago. "Our first offer is - what's your name, dear?"
"...tascha..." she sobbed.
"Excuse me, what was that? I couldn't quiet catch it?"
"Natascha..."
"Our first offer is Natascha, 172cm big with a weight of 55kg. Brown eyes, her hair is naturally brown. She has worked as a prostitute before, so you don't have to break her in. Your offers please!"
"10'000 Dollar." a man called. "15'000." said another, and so it went on. Girl after girl was sold to the audience, that just occasionally asked questions like "Does she speak English?" and "Are her tits real?" The bids even went up to 100'000 and more at times. One girl didn't get any offers until they ripped her clothes apart and presented her in the nude, her crying and screaming only made the audience laugh. And then, it was your turn. Your stomach turned as they dragged you in the middle and the audience starred at you.
"What's your name?" You were shocked and didn't answer. The man in white grabbed your chin and turned you to face him. "What's your name?" he repeated.
"I...__________..." you muttered.
"So the next offer is __________, with a weight of __kg and a size of ___cm. ______ eyes, _____ hair, she's new to the business and you'll have to teach her, but I promise..." he said grinning, "she'll be worth the money." "10'000 Dollar!" was the first call, again. "12'000." called someone else. "20'000." responded another." "24'000." came from the back row. "One million dollar."
The room went silent. Everyone turned to see who would bid such an amount on an average girl, and so did you.
Your eyes met with ice-cold violet ones, that belonged to a tall man standing in a corner of the room. He looked like a wardrobe built of muscles with light brown hair and was wearing a dark suit.
The man in white next to you just smiled. "Sold."

A half hour later you were brought outside the building and handed over to the man who had just bought you. He grabbed your arm more roughly than necessary and pushed you into his car. Or to be more precise, into his limousine. You didn't know who was driving, for the driver's seat was shielded from sight by a black pane, but the tall man sat down in the backseat next to you. He said a few words in what sounded like Russian that were obviously not directed to you, and then he spoke, without facing you: "My name is Ivan Braginsky and you are my property now. You will speak when I tell you to, eat when I tell you to and sleep when I tell you to." He had a strong Russian accent. "If you disobey me, you will be punished. Unless you like to be in huge pain, you should avoid that. And now, be quiet."
You thought about what he had just told you. You still expected to wake up from this nightmare any moment, this could not be real...You gathered all the courage you could muster and faced him.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Be quiet." was the only answer you received.
"Who were those guys? Why did I..."
"I said be quiet!" he yelled.
You winced and faced the floor. This was going to be a long drive...

It really was, but after four hours of driving through villages and over highways, the car pulled over in front of a gigantic house, and Ivan led you inside and to the living room, where he made you sit in front of the chimney. Without many words, he took a glowing piece of metal out of it and looked down on you. "I'll make it official now. Close your eyes." You did. You felt his hand in your neck, surprisingly gentle brushing your hair to the side, before grabbing your neck roughly again. Then you felt the stinging burn. You screamed in pain, but Ivan covered your mouth with his hand. Then he let go of you. Tears rolled down your cheeks. As he put the branding iron away, you saw what he had burned into your neck - a sunflower.
Then the door opened, and three confused looking men entered the room. They looked at the big Russian quizzical. "Her name is ___________, she is part of this household now." he only said calmly.
They looked down on you, kneeling on the floor in your short clothes, tears running down your face, and started to smile in a way that made you feel sick. You prayed that you wouldn't have to...obey them, too...but Ivan too saw the look in their faces. He growled deeply, making the three face him again, obviously scared.
"No one touched her but me, got that?! She's my property." He looked at them coldly. "And god have mercy with the bastard that messes with my property..."
The look on their faces told you that they got the message.
The tall Russian turned back to you. "You'll sleep in my bed. You're my bride now. You will sleep with me when I tell you to or I'll take what I want without asking. Be good and don't try to deceive me or to shit me. Obey that and you won't get hurt."
"Why me?"
"Because I wanted you. Now go and take a shower. You're grubby, and I don't want my bed to get dirty."
You obeyed and took a long, warm shower. It was already getting late. you were exhausted and Ivan had given you a night gown. As you finally stepped out of the bathroom, one of the three men from earlier was already waiting for you. He asked you to follow him and led you to a big oak door.
"This is master Ivans bedroom." he told you. "You will sleep here. Good night." With that, he left. As you entered the room you saw a king-sized bed and Ivan standing next to it. He was wearing nothing but boxer shorts and gestured for you to lie down on the bed. You expected the worst, but obeyed. Yet all he did was to lie down next to you, putting his arms around you and pulling you towards him. Quietly, he said: "You can sleep. It was a long day." With that, he pressed his chest against your back and closed his eyes. You wanted to sleep, but there were too many things going through your mind, starting with the question if you would ever get back home again.
What you did not know was that Ivan, as he lied in bed, your shivering body pressed against his chest, thought about telling you that he had ordered you and only you from those people. He thought about telling you that he did it because he wanted you for him, and that he would never let anybody or anything hurt you.
But he decided against it. Your fear would help him to keep you under control until you would start to feel the same for him. And you would. He would make sure of that.

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You could hear the constant sound of sobbing and whispering in the darkness, telling you that you were not alone. You guessed that there were at least fifteen other girls around, but in the pitch black darkness you couldn't make out anything. The metal bars around you withhold you to move and forced you to crouch. As if the sounds wouldn't have been enough to scare you, a smell of blood, faeces and cold sweat lingered in the air making your stomach cramp.
You had been in there for a few hours at least since you woke up in this little cage with a bad headache. All you could recall were the party and a handsome man offering you a drink. It hadn't tasted strange, but soon after finishing it you had started to feel dizzy. The guy - he had presented himself as Thomas - had kept you company all the time, and his blurry face was the last thing you remembered before everything went black. Then you woke up here. You were clever enough to understand that you had been kidnapped, and what was probably going to happen next. And worse, that there was nothing you could do about it. You were trapped, helpless. So you just sat there and waited.
You did not know how long you had been sitting there when a small beam of light found its way into the room - a door had been opened, and soon enough a man appeared. Then another, and the headlight was turned on. Now for the first time you saw the row of cages right and left of you, all lined up on the wall. A few were empty, but in most of them were girls locked up, looking scared and confused, just as yourself. As you looked down, you saw that you were still wearing last night's clothes: black shorts and a (favourite colour) tank top. You felt bad about having that much skin exposed now.
You didn't have much time to think about it though.
"Shut up!" one of the men barked to silence the girls that begging them to let them go. Most of them whimpered now, and tears were running down their faces. You just tried to stay calm and to find out what they wanted from you. Soon two men with machine guns entered the room, and the men started to open the cages, dragging the girls out and lining them up. A few had to be woken up, their narcotics still operated. Those who were still tired or refused to come out were handled roughly, one that spit on one of the men was punched in the stomach and then pulled in the line by her hair. Her screams still rang in your ears as they opened your cage. You stepped out carefully, trying not to enrage anyone, but they pushed you anyway. Soon all the cages were empty, and the men gestured for you all to walk. So you did. Right outside of the room you had been locked up in was another locked one. Three women were waiting there for you, starting to wash off dirt and drag on clothes as soon as your procession stopped. Now you were even lucky about your clothes, seeing that long shirts and skirts were cut shorter or ripped off, until the men were happy with what the little clothing left revealed and all faces were clean from tears and dust.
And then, they led you through the next door. The headlights were so bright you had to close your eyes at first. As you opened them, you saw the strangers.
About thirty people were sitting and standing in a shadowy circle around the bright center, and you understood what you were here for. This bad presentiment proved itself as a man in a white suit took his place in the center of the light. "Ladies and Gentlemen," he started with a thick, Russian accent. "welcome to our exclusive little auction! The starting bids are, as always, 10'000 dollar. We only accept US-Dollar and payment in cash, the highest bid wins. And now, please give a warm welcome to our sweet ladies." The people clapped and one of the girls was dragged to the middle, where the man in white stood just seconds ago. "Our first offer is - what's your name, dear?"
"...tascha..." she sobbed.
"Excuse me, what was that? I couldn't quiet catch it?"
"Natascha..."
"Our first offer is Natascha, 172cm big with a weight of 55kg. Brown eyes, her hair is naturally brown. She has worked as a prostitute before, so you don't have to break her in. Your offers please!"
"10'000 Dollar." a man called. "15'000." said another, and so it went on. Girl after girl was sold to the audience, that just occasionally asked questions like "Does she speak English?" and "Are her tits real?" The bids even went up to 100'000 and more at times. One girl didn't get any offers until they ripped her clothes apart and presented her in the nude, her crying and screaming only made the audience laugh. And then, it was your turn. Your stomach turned as they dragged you in the middle and the audience starred at you.
"What's your name?" You were shocked and didn't answer. The man in white grabbed your chin and turned you to face him. "What's your name?" he repeated.
"I...__________..." you muttered.
"So the next offer is __________, with a weight of __kg and a size of ___cm. ______ eyes, _____ hair, she's new to the business and you'll have to teach her, but I promise..." he said grinning, "she'll be worth the money." "10'000 Dollar!" was the first call, again. "12'000." called someone else. "20'000." responded another." "24'000." came from the back row. "One million dollar."
The room went silent. Everyone turned to see who would bid such an amount on an average girl, and so did you.
Your eyes met with ice-cold violet ones, that belonged to a tall man standing in a corner of the room. He looked like a wardrobe built of muscles with light brown hair and was wearing a dark suit.
The man in white next to you just smiled. "Sold."

A half hour later you were brought outside the building and handed over to the man who had just bought you. He grabbed your arm more roughly than necessary and pushed you into his car. Or to be more precise, into his limousine. You didn't know who was driving, for the driver's seat was shielded from sight by a black pane, but the tall man sat down in the backseat next to you. He said a few words in what sounded like Russian that were obviously not directed to you, and then he spoke, without facing you: "My name is Ivan Braginsky and you are my property now. You will speak when I tell you to, eat when I tell you to and sleep when I tell you to." He had a strong Russian accent. "If you disobey me, you will be punished. Unless you like to be in huge pain, you should avoid that. And now, be quiet."
You thought about what he had just told you. You still expected to wake up from this nightmare any moment, this could not be real...You gathered all the courage you could muster and faced him.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Be quiet." was the only answer you received.
"Who were those guys? Why did I..."
"I said be quiet!" he yelled.
You winced and faced the floor. This was going to be a long drive...

It really was, but after four hours of driving through villages and over highways, the car pulled over in front of a gigantic house, and Ivan led you inside and to the living room, where he made you sit in front of the chimney. Without many words, he took a glowing piece of metal out of it and looked down on you. "I'll make it official now. Close your eyes." You did. You felt his hand in your neck, surprisingly gentle brushing your hair to the side, before grabbing your neck roughly again. Then you felt the stinging burn. You screamed in pain, but Ivan covered your mouth with his hand. Then he let go of you. Tears rolled down your cheeks. As he put the branding iron away, you saw what he had burned into your neck - a sunflower.
Then the door opened, and three confused looking men entered the room. They looked at the big Russian quizzical. "Her name is ___________, she is part of this household now." he only said calmly.
They looked down on you, kneeling on the floor in your short clothes, tears running down your face, and started to smile in a way that made you feel sick. You prayed that you wouldn't have to...obey them, too...but Ivan too saw the look in their faces. He growled deeply, making the three face him again, obviously scared.
"No one touched her but me, got that?! She's my property." He looked at them coldly. "And god have mercy with the bastard that messes with my property..."
The look on their faces told you that they got the message.
The tall Russian turned back to you. "You'll sleep in my bed. You're my bride now. You will sleep with me when I tell you to or I'll take what I want without asking. Be good and don't try to deceive me or to shit me. Obey that and you won't get hurt."
"Why me?"
"Because I wanted you. Now go and take a shower. You're grubby, and I don't want my bed to get dirty."
You obeyed and took a long, warm shower. It was already getting late. you were exhausted and Ivan had given you a night gown. As you finally stepped out of the bathroom, one of the three men from earlier was already waiting for you. He asked you to follow him and led you to a big oak door.
"This is master Ivans bedroom." he told you. "You will sleep here. Good night." With that, he left. As you entered the room you saw a king-sized bed and Ivan standing next to it. He was wearing nothing but boxer shorts and gestured for you to lie down on the bed. You expected the worst, but obeyed. Yet all he did was to lie down next to you, putting his arms around you and pulling you towards him. Quietly, he said: "You can sleep. It was a long day." With that, he pressed his chest against your back and closed his eyes. You wanted to sleep, but there were too many things going through your mind, starting with the question if you would ever get back home again.
What you did not know was that Ivan, as he lied in bed, your shivering body pressed against his chest, thought about telling you that he had ordered you and only you from those people. He thought about telling you that he did it because he wanted you for him, and that he would never let anybody or anything hurt you.
But he decided against it. Your fear would help him to keep you under control until you would start to feel the same for him. And you would. He would make sure of that.