A little hope

The auction house fell into a chilling hush as the tattooed man approached Mr. Tristian, the tension thickening with each ominous step. The audience watched in breathless anticipation as the man stopped before the slaver, the silence screaming of untold dangers. 

Allison's eyes darted between the two, a single whisper escaping her trembling lips, as if to plead for mercy or solace. 

But the words were lost in the deafening silence, as the tattooed man and Mr. Tristian engaged in a hushed exchange, the cruel masters of Allison's fate. 

Blinded by the suffocating blindfold, Allison stumbled forward, each step a reluctant surrender to the cruel fate that awaited her.

Mr. Tristian, the slaver, led her towards the mysterious man whose presence radiated a bone-chilling aura. The tattooed man, a picture of darkness and dread, loomed over Allison as Mr. Tristian delivered his cold-hearted proposal:

 “This is a new girl. Untrained. We beg for your understanding, Sir, should she fail to meet your expectations.”

“Don't worry Tristian, I will have fun breaking her”. The mysterious man said with a smile.

“Behave yourself, if your master returns you to me I will personally kill you”. Mr Tristian whispered to Allison as he turned and left.

Allison felt so scared,she didn't know what to expect from this man. She felt a cold hand touch her and she panicked.

“Stop fidgeting, I just want to take off your blindfolds”. The mysterious man said in a deep husky voice.Allison tried to relax as he removed her blindfolds.

“Take this, I don't want to be walking with a naked person”. The tattooed man said as he offered her a shirt, it was so long on her that it looked like a gown.

“You seem really quiet” he said as he entered the car, she followed suit immediately.

“I like that,” he said as he smiled at her. He has a really beautiful smile with nice teeth, she thought.

“I have nothing to talk about”. Allison replied trying to seem brave but inside she was so scared.

“Oh you're quite a feisty little one”. The tattooed man said with a sinister smile.

“Where are we going?” Allison asked him.

“You are really untrained, rule one, don't ask the master any questions, he knows best”. The tattooed man said to her as he held her hands so tight that it started bruising.

“Ouch stop it hurts” Allison cried out but the man held it even tighter.

“Ask me properly and I will release you”. The tattooed man said to her looking nonchalant as he drove with his other hand.

Allison was lost,properly what does he mean?She remembered how number 10 usually speaks to Mr Tristian.

“Please Master, let me go I have learnt my lesson” Allison said with watery eyes. The man smiled.

“You're a fast learner,I like it,” he said with a smile.

“My name is Romario Ndrangheta but you only refer to me as Master or Sir, because I own you”. Romario said in a thick and rich Italian accent.

Allison nodded her head which earned her a slap to her cheek.

“Rule two, use your words when talking to the Master or you will earn yourself a punishment” Romario said harshly as he drove on like nothing happened.

“Yes master” Allison whispered weakly as she felt tears dropping down her chin. She wished she could stop the tears but she didn't have the willpower to do that.

The drive was tense, thankfully a call helped to ease the tension.

“Hello, yes I need the room ready, I got a new pet to play with” Romario said with a smirk as he ended the call.

“Little pet, stop crying, it makes me want to hurt you more” Romario whispered to her with a sadistic smile. Allison quickly wiped her tears she was weary of her Master.

“What's your name?” The Master asked her with a smile. He looks really pretty and less scary if he smiled more often, Allison thought.

“Rule three, if Master asks you a question you reply immediately” Romario Said glaring at her.

Allison was confused if she should give her slave name or real name at this point.

“My …name iss 15” Allison stammered in fear.

“I need your real name,” He replied sharply.

“Allison.”She said as she tried to smile.

“Such a pretty name but it's sad because you're a mere slave less than a servant, you do not deserve the name”. He said looking at her with a smirk.

Allison didn't want to give him the satisfaction of watching her fall apart, she noticed her master looked like a masochist.

“Yes master” she said as she turned to the other side, she pondered on how her life was going to be with this man.

The vehicle took a route leading to a lavish looking estate. The estate was a breathtaking vision of decadence, with manicured lawns, glittering fountains, and a grand facade that whispered of untold riches. 

As the vehicle eased to a stop, the sound of its engine fading away, a retinue of impeccably dressed servants emerged from the manor's towering doors.

 Their steps were light and graceful, like dancers in a courtly performance, their demeanors deferential and professional. 

They formed a line, awaiting their master's arrival, their practiced smiles hiding secrets and mysteries within their well-groomed walls.

“Welcome master” a short and bubbly looking man said as he walked to open the car for him. Quickly taking the Master’s Briefcase, he noticed a wimpy and pale looking child at the other side and quickly rushed to do the same but was stopped by the Master.

“Leave it, she is a slave I bought from the black market” he turned to Allison and said

“Get out now”

Allison quickly ran outside to the front yard and bowed before her Master.

Romario walked inside and each servant he passed by bowed their heads to greet him. Romario walked towards his room and Allison followed suit.

“Get in the shower and wash up, I give you five minutes” Romario said as he sat on the bed, legs crossed.

As Allison stepped into the shower, her mind swirled with apprehension about what her new master had in store for her. 

As the hot water cascaded over her body, she found little solace, unable to shake the chilly dread that had taken hold of her soul.

She quickly took the towel that was neatly folded and cleaned her body, she tied it around her, the cold made her teeth chatter. She felt exposed as she stood before the master.

Romario smirked as he looked at the frightened kitten he bought,she stood out amongst all the girls auctioned off. He stood up and took the hair towel.

“Come here” he instructed her, Allison dragged her feet as she stood in front of him. She stared at her feet like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“Sit down” Romario told her with no room for argument, she searched for a seat but couldn't find one so she just stood there to avoid angering her Master.

Romario just dragged her down to sit between his legs. She has very soft skin, Romario thought with a smile, imagining the skin covered with bruises.

Allison held her breath as her Master started drying her hair with a towel, his hands felt good on her hair,she felt quite relaxed.

“You have a very soft hair little one” Romario said with a smile, Allison blushed at the compliment, nobody has ever complimented her before. 

Allison felt her hair being pulled harshly that it hurt her scalp.

“Rule four, whenever Master compliments you, you must thank him” Romario spat, still pulling her hair harshly.

“Thank you Master” Allison whispered out as she closed her eyes because the pain felt excruciating.

“Good girl” Romario said as he finally released her hair. Allison sighed in relief. 

Romario started planting little kisses at her collar bone. Allison's heart was beating fast,his lips felt soft and cold on her neck but his kisses were passionate and dominant.

Romario kissed her neck as he started touching her thighs, Allison started whimpering, nobody has ever touched her like this.

Romario loved the lustful sounds Allison was making, it turned him on,the sadist in him wanted to hear that voice cry.

Romario started biting her neck more passionately causing hickeys to form in her pale skin.

“Master please”. Allison pleaded but she was confused if she wanted him to stop or continue. It felt so good.

A lecherous smile spread across Romario's face as he threw Allison onto the bed, relishing in her submission.

 "Master is pleased with your obedience. He will grant your request, but be prepared to satisfy his unquenchable thirst for pleasure." His words oozed with sinister intent, foreshadowing the carnal desires that awaited her.