The Dollhouse

The Dollhouse||01

||Angelina||


The auction season.

Those words sent chills to my body whenever someone mentioned anything about it. Now, of course it depends. If you try to get away from your actual life, like Jade does, then the auction season is the bless season. But if you are given away, like Perrie is, just because you're not good enough, then the auction house isn't the most wanted place to be in. And then, there's me.

Yes, I know, you don't have to tell me the same thing every other person in this packed room has told me. I'm a newbie. I know and that's okay, I guess. I have never been here before, everything is new, and different from my previous life. I'm what men call newbies like me; New collection.

"The auction starts in a few minutes!"Someone yelled from the back."The men are already here!"How about you and your men f.uck off!? Mum would slap me for even cursing mentally.

I don't have my previous owner's tattoo on the back of my right shoulder, again, like Jade and Perrie do, I'm still innocent -I'm still holding my green card in my pants- but I should forget about that as soon as a man buyes me. Who knows what he'll do to me? Breathe Angelina, breathe. But what if it's an old, hairy, wrinckled old man!? No, what if he's just too hairy!? Like, hair on his back!? ew.

"Girls!"a high pitched voice interrupter my train of thoughts about men who has hair on their backs. what!?"Arrange yourself in a line like we taught you to! Straighten your backs! Chins up! Your left hand on your hip!"a lady in her late 50' shouted, a sketch board between her right hip and forearm, and a long pointing stick in her right hand.

She was wearing a black pencil skirt, a white feminine looking white shirt underneath a neat black blazer, black shiny shoes with block-like heels, a red scarf around her neck, dark red lipstick coating her thin lips, oh, and don't forget her jet black hair tamed in a tight bun at the back of her head.

Since we were young, and by we I mean us girls, are taught how to obey men's rules, how to be good slaves, and never disobey them, because they're a much higher class than us, they're better. I just want to understand what made a man much better than a woman.

Nowadays women do almost everything, they work, they bring money, they rise children, they do all of the housework for what? to be treated like rubbish, like we cost nothing just because a selfish rich man a few years ago said so? Who are men to this world? They're nothing more than sperm donators, which they donate by pleasuring themselves like pigs, using innocent girls just because they want to do so.

"Perrie! Stop crying or I'll be forced to punish you!"The same woman shouted at the poor girl. I don't want to put myself into her shoes, I don't want to feel not good enough, unwanted. But who wouldn't want a gorgeous, beautiful girl like Perrie? I don't know her personally, I've only talked to her once or twice and she seemed like a friendly person. There must have been a mistake.

"Miss Malik!"the woman stomped her foot on the parquet beneath us, angrily. Perrie let out an even louder sob, and hid her face into her palms."Oh, I-I'm sorry, I-I meant miss Edwards."the woman quickly apologized after checking Perrie's real name on the sketch board. Malik must've been her previous owner's last name.

Malik. nice. I wonder what my last name will be.

"Take her from here! Calm her down, fix her make-up and bring her back! Quickly!"the woman waved for two short women to take Perrie away, who obeyed without saying a word. Perrie didn't have what to ruin from that make-up, we're barely wearing any make-up. They put only mascara, foundation, and coated our lips with lip-gloss. And for hair, they taimed it in a bun, or let it loose if it was short. They put my hair into a bun because it was too long to let it loose.
"Girls, you all know the rules, and you know very well what happens when you disobey them! When you go out there don't look left nor right, you look straight ahead! When you're being called, you walk straightly towards the front, spin twice, and wait until the presenter introduces you to the men, understood!?"she yelled pointing the stick at us.
"Understood!"we said in unison.

"When you're sold you don't groan, start crying, cheer, or laugh! You don't groan and start crying if someone like if Mr.Belly, I mean Mr.Balance bought you, and you don't cheer or smile too much if someone like Mr.O'Brien bought you."loud girly giggles and whispers were heard from the long line of girls, at the mention of Dylan O'Brien's name. Who wouldn't want him? I've heard a lot about him, and about how gorgeous, kind and friendly he's with his slaves.

"Enough!"everyone silenced down.

"I want you to go out there and make us women proud!"

I straightened my uniformal white lacy dress that i was given to wear when I first came here, and tapped my 5'inch cream coloured heels on the parquet, waiting for the first girl in the line to step on the stage.


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My feet are sore, my ears hurt, and my head started pounding because of the blinding light that has been shining in my eyes for what felt like ages. When are they going to shout my Goddamn name? I've been standing here for about an hour and they haven't called my name yet.

The place is huge, men from all around The United Kingdom have come here today for the auction. Five men were sat at each round table in the room, in the middle of each table was a red light which turned green whenever someone wanted to bid. There was a balcony on each side of the room, I think that's for men with more importance for this association.

Nothing interesting has happened. Girls walking towards the front, spinning twice, and waiting. The newbie slaves (newbies are 18-19) are the most expensive, their price to start the bidding with is 5,000£ , as for the slaves between the age of 20-35 and the older slaves, their previous master decides their price to start the bidding with, and the price increases with each bidder, and the last bidder who offered the most money is the last buyer, and then a beeping sound is heard followed by a loud 'SOLD!'.

The most expensive slave ever sold was Cassandra, who was bought by a millionaire for 60,000£ three years ago. Dylan has bought two slaves already, the most gorgeous sex slaves known here.

He's rich? He gets everything easier.

Other girls weren't that lucky. Despite being beautiful, talented, and smart they were sold to poor men, or old men who don't know what to do with their lives anymore.

"Angelina Eaton!"Dammit. That's me. My legs shook underneath me, and my heart race increased with each step I made. I stopped and plastered a smile on my face as I stood next to the presenter.

"She's a newby, born on 23'rd of July 1996, 5"8 ft. tall, skinny, green eyes, and brown hair."He read the correct information about me from a card he was holding, while I spun around twice like I've been told.

"I'll start with 5,000£, 5,000£ to start with!"He called, looking around for any green lights, and I started growing nervous when no lights turned on."5,000£ I'm looking for, 5,000£ for this beautiful young lady."

A green light was turned on, and a man in his late 30' stood up."12,000£!"He called.
"12,000£! 12,000£ we have, who wants to add?"the presenter called looking around the room."12,000£! ONE!"

"15,000£!"a man he looked to be in his 60' called. nawh.

"15,000£ we have! Anyone else? 16,000£? 17,000£?"the presenter said loudly into the microphone."15,000£! ONE!"

"18,000£!" a man yelled, lighting the green light at his table,he was in the very far back so I couldn't see him.

"18,000£ from the man at table 97! 18,000£!"the presenter called again."anyone alse? Who wants to bid more? 18,000£! 18,000£ ONE!"

"Who wants to bid for this beautiful newbie, Angelina Eaton!"the presenter walked around stage looking for any green lights.

"she's even a virgin!"he laughed into the microphone, making other men laugh too. I flushed in embarrassment and looked down, despite being told to hold my chin up. That was something private, only my first owner has the right to know that kind of stuff not the whole hall.

"25,000£!" a tall man in his 20' stood up, and the whole hall was filled with loud whispers.

"Mr.O'Brien is the highest bidder so far! 25,000£ gentlemen! 25,000£!"the presenter cheered into the microphone, making Dylan grin widely.

"27,000£ ? 30,000£ maybe? Gentlemen!"the presenter waved his hands around encouraging men to bid more."25,000£ ONE!"

"C'mon she's such a beautiful girl! she deserves 100,000£"the presenter whined."30,000£?"

"35,000!"an old man stood up. sit down grandpa.

"35,000£ from Mr.Balance! Thank you!"the presenter attempted to clap his hands.
"45,000£? Okay, 40,000! anyone?"

"45,000£!"Dylan shouted standing up and glared at Mr.Belly, atleast Dylan is better than grandpa.

"Gentlemen! 45,00-"

"50,000£!" a man from one of the two balconies yelled lighting the green light.

"Mr.Tomlinson is the highest bidder so far with 50,000£! Amazing, Thank you!"the presenter clapped his hands.

"Is any of you gentlemen going to brake Cassandra's record of 60,000£!?"

"50,000£ ONE! at three Angelina Eaton will officially become Mr.Tomlinson's new slave!"
"TWO!"the presenter yelled in excitment.

"Why are you rushing? You have to wait 10 minutes before saying two."a man chuckled from his seat lighting the light green. He was sitting in the front, at table number one. The whole hall silenced when the man stood up.

"Mr.Styles! I-I didn't know that you'd be attending tonight!"the presenter laughed nervously, as the man straightened his expensive looking blazer.

"You didn't answer my question. Why are you rushing? You want this beautiful girl to be sold that fast?" His eyes locked with mine for a second making my heart beat faster. It was too dark to see his features but he looked young, and very tall.

"I-I didn't mean to rush-"

"As you previously said, this beautiful young lady deserves 100,000£ , so why rush things and give her away for half of her sum?"The man looked at the presenter and locked his long arms behind his back.

"Let me help you here how about you-"the man was interrupted by a loud voice from one of the balconies.

"10 minutes has already passed since the presenter called TWO! That means it's THREE and that slave is mine now!"Mr.Tomlinson yelled, and the whole hall was filled with chatting voices and mumbles.

Mr.Styles chuckled and turned to look up at Mr.Tomlinson who was now standing up, looking down at us."What if I buy Angelina Eaton for 100.000£?hmm?"the whole hall silenced down and focused on Mr.Styles.

"Mr.Styles! I can find you a more experienced slave to-"

"I want Angelina Eaton for 100,000£"Mr.Styles stated and the whole hall gasped and started clapping.

"That's amazing!"the presenter put his free hand on his head and gasped.

"SOLD!"

"Mr.Styles is now Officialy Angelina Eaton's first master! Oh, and let's don't forget that he broke the record with 40,000£!"the presenter cheered and everyone started clapping, while Mr.Styles stared at me and smirked, and I couldn't help but smile back.

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