CHAPTER 1
The cold metal of the auction stage felt like ice against a girl's bare feet. The air in the underground chamber smelled of damp stone and expensive cigars. Her delicate hands were tied at back and her untouched glory was hidden from rest of the room with only a peice of cloth. Still, she was not beaten by her situation, her back was straight and not a trace of fear could be seen on her face, when infact her back was covered in sweat.
She was Elena Ravenclaw, the sister of world's second largest businessman. She and her five years older brother were orphans who relied on their own to get to where they were. But because of some unfortunate conditions of her brother, they fell from their grace and she was separated with him. She was in this condition today because of his rivals.
She was brought back from her thoughts when the heavy and menacing voice of the auctioneer sounded. "She's our finest product for today— untouched and untrained. She's perfect and ready to be trained. One could mold her with punishments." A chill ran down Elena's spine when a cheer and hurried bidding echoed in the room.
"500 Million." Silence.
"500 Million. Once. Twice. Thrice. Congratulations Mr.Vane to own this product." When the gavel finally fell, it wasn't a stranger who stepped out of the shadows. It was Silas Vane— The biggest rival of her brother and chairman of world's richest and largest business.
Elena's last hope of survival scattered as Silas scanned her through his heated gaze. 'I bet there's only torture stored in for me in future. This man won't let me live. ' She thought.
An hour later, Elena sat on the edge of a velvet chair in Silas’s sprawling library. Her hands were trembling badly as she waited for the blows, the chains or the demands for her brother's secrets.
" Why?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "If you want to kill me, just do it. Don't make me wait." Silas didn’t look up from the glass of scotch he was pouring. He moved with a terrifying, liquid grace. He set the glass down and leaned over, pinning her to the chair with his both arms on each side of her.
"I didn’t buy you to kill you, Elena," he murmured. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, a gesture that felt less like a caress and more like a claim. "That would be a waste of my hard-earned money." His eyes dropped to her visible cleavage, just for a second. "Relax. I only want your obedience and.....silence."
