“Move,” he growled, his voice like gravel. Lily stumbled, her bare feet numb on the cold concrete, as he pulled her through the barn. The air was thick with musk and fear, and distant whimpers echoed from other cages. They reached a heavy iron door, and he shoved her into a new chamber, this one larger, with a raised platform at its center. Chains dangled from the ceiling, and a crowd of shadowed figures sat in plush chairs, their faces hidden by masks. Clients, Lily realized, her stomach churning. Their eyes glinted with hunger, and their murmurs filled the room with a sick energy. Vixen stood on the platform, her leather catsuit gleaming under harsh spotlights, a cruel smile curling her lips.
“Welcome, my darlings,” Vixen purred, her voice carrying over the crowd. “Tonight’s auction is a special treat. Fresh meat for your darkest desires.” She snapped her whip, and the Beastmaster chained Lily to a pole at the platform’s edge, her wrists bound above her head. Lily’s heart pounded, her naked body exposed to the clients’ leering gazes. She tried to shrink away, but the chains held her taut, her bruised thighs trembling. Vixen’s heel clicked closer, and she trailed a gloved finger down Lily’s cheek. “Our little pet from last night. Watch and learn, slut. You’re next.”
The iron door groaned again, and the Beastmaster returned, dragging a new girl. She was eighteen, like Lily, with fiery red hair and a defiant glare despite the terror in her green eyes. Her wrists were bound, her clothes already torn, revealing pale skin marked with fresh welts. “This is Mia,” Vixen announced, yanking the girl onto the platform. “A spitfire, perfect for breaking.” Mia spat at Vixen’s feet, earning a sharp slap that echoed through the room. The clients laughed, their voices thick with lust. “Feisty,” one said, his mask a grinning devil. “I’ll pay extra to see her scream.”