She stood on the spot for a moment, heart racing. Nerves had turned her to stone again.
Her mind filled with thoughts of what to do, of what might be done to her. She could avoid the whole humility of the auction, the unknown. But in the back of her mind, she wondered what might happen, whether there would be some form of pleasure at the end of it.
She walked over to the window, looking out. It had felt like so long since she’d seen the city of Octoton. Now she was about to experience it as a ****. It wasn’t such a nice place for them as it had been for her as a free woman.
After taking a deep breath, closing her eyes and sighing, she decided to take the risk. She had no more choices left. With a mix of fear and anticipation, she untied the rope around her waist and dropped it to the floor. Then she slipped the dress over her head and left it a mess on the floor, leaving her body completely exposed.
Santiago now stood in the doorway, eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Well, Alejandra, I see you're making a decision." He smirked, stepping inside the room.
She felt ****, her body on display for his eyes. She knew what he wanted, and it terrified her. But at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of power in her decision.
"You have my word. I will be your ****. I will obey you, sir."
Santiago's eyes widened, and he let out a soft chuckle. "Very well. Let's see if you can keep that promise. I already know your word means little."
With a smirk, Santiago motioned for her to follow him. Alejandra, feeling naked and exposed, tried to maintain her composure as she followed him out of the room. He led her through a maze of corridors and doors, until they reached a large, dimly lit room.
The rug was thick, and as her eyes adjusted, she realised it was a drawing room.
The rug was thick, and as her eyes adjusted, she realised it was a drawing room. There was a scroll on the bureau. A scroll of ownership. Her scroll of ownership.
Santiago handed her the scroll, the parchment now intact, a symbol of what her life had become.
"Sign here," he commanded, his voice deep and commanding.
Alejandra hesitated, her hand shaking slightly as she looked down at the scroll. The word "****" was prominently displayed in bold letters, a declaration of her new status. It was a nightmare come true, but also the only way to avoid the humiliation of the auction.
She took a deep breath, knowing that this was the end of her old life, and signed her name at the bottom of the scroll.
With that, Santiago smiled, satisfied with her submission. "Welcome to your new life, ****," he said, and spun on his heel, leaving her to process the reality of her situation.
A shudder ran through her body as she felt the weight of her new life, but a sense of relief washed over her nonetheless. She had made her decision and would now face whatever it brought. For better or worse, she would be Santiago's ****.
“Now, let’s seal the deal, shall we?” Santiago smirked at her.
Amelia looked down at the rug, then nodded. “How do you want me, sir?”
