Story: THE BLUE LOVE-EPISODE 2(Auction)

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THE BLUE LOVE

The Blue Love-Episode 2(AUCTION)



BENJAMIN’s Point Of View

I looked up to someone entered my office.
I am busy reading up papers that consists
agreements and proposal from our new
investors.

“What are you doing here, Timmy?” I
asked. I focused myself on reading.

Timmy, he is my bestfriend and I am
treating him like my own brother.

He sit at the edge of my table, facing me.
“Come on, this day is your special day,
Jamin. You shouldn’t drown yourself with
those papers. Come with me, let’s have
some fun.”

“Now what, you’re going to take me to
that club again?” I asked. I’ve been there
thrice and I admit that they have a good
services. But, I am not in the mood to go
there and f--k.

“You’re only twenty five, Jamin, don’t
stress yourself. You have no family to feed
for you to work so hard. Enjoy your
bachelor moment. Come on, it is my treat.”

I heaved a heavy sigh. What can I do?
Timmy won’t leave me here and give me
peace if I didn’t accepted his invitation. I
can’t concentrate on what I am doing if
he’s here.

“Alright. Tonight, fetch me here,” I finally
said.

“See you, Jamin!”

And he left. My ears relaxed when silence
filled the room.

I am working in JewelCore, a company that
produces jewelries and ornaments. I
inherited this company from my parents.
It’s been two years since I took the
position of Chairman, and I am grateful
that our company risen up and became
famous in the business world.


JAJA’s Point Of View



Stunned. That’s my exact, literally,
situation now. Why is this happening to
me? Am I born just to experience this? God,
you’re unfair!

They caught me and placed at the
backstage. They chained my feet and
handcuffed my wrists in front. I received a
slap from my Uncle and it really hurts.

So this is the reason of their strange
actions earlier. They will sell me.

I felt tears forming in my eyes. I am really
hopeless now.

“You’re next,” said by the event
coordinator. He led the way.

I grabbed his arm. “Please, Mister, save me.
Don’t let me go there, I am begging you.”

The event coordinator shook his head and
pushed me onstage. I heard men whistled
and expressed their amazement.

“Gentlemen, fantasize this lady in front of
you. Fresh, beautiful, virgin, and naive. Kind
of girl you were looking. We will begin the
auction at a price of $1000.”

“$2000!” yelled by someone while raising
his card.

“$2000. Anyone who want to raise the
price?” asked by the emcee.

“$2500!”

“Anyone who want to surpass the $2500
and will have this fresh lady in front?”

I remained stunned. Listening to their
biddings. Those money they were betting
is too high. I heard my heart pounding so
hard and loud that it is the only thing I
hear despite the noise around me.

I wanted to scream in front of them that I
am not a thing to be bought. I am a human
who have a life to live! A girl who have
rights to choose and to be free!

Tears never stop flowing down my cheeks
while listening to their bid. I saw my Uncle,
smiling widely, at the side of the stage.
He’s happy because he will receive big
amount of money because of me. Money is
more important to him than me, his own
niece. How did I end up with him? My
parents and my only brother died all at
once from an accident, only me who
survived. He and his wife is the only
relative I have. I thought they will treat me
like their child but no, they treated as their
slave.

I pity myself. I should have killed myself
and followed my family.

“Any higher than $30,000? Remember, this
girl will be yours and you can do whatever
you want!”

Aren’t they going to stop?!

“$100,000!”

Silenced.

I looked up and searched the man who
yelled the biggest bid I have ever heard. It
isn’t hard for me to find him because
almost all of the men here are looking at
him. He’s at the very corner of the room.
He wears three-piece suit, like a
businessman. I can’t see his face since his
place haven’t reached by the light. But I can
still see the card he is raising, it was
number 89.

“Any higher than $100,000 of Mister 89?”
asked by the emcee.

“You think we can still afford to raise it,
id*ot?!” shouted by someone at the emcee.

“$110,000!” shouted by another man. Our
gaze switched on him. He raised his card
while staring at Mister 89.

“Higher than $110,000 of Mister 13?”

“$120,000!” Mister 89 shouted again.

“$121,000!” raised by Mister 13.

“$125,000!”

Are they competing to each other? Our
head is switching every time they speak
and raises their price.

“$126,000!” shouted by Mister 13 again.

Silenced.
Uncanny silence.
Like me, they were flabbergasted on what
is happening.

“Higher than Mister 13’s price?” asked by
the emcee.

Silence. We are waiting for Mister 89 to
speak and raise the bid again.

“Bidding will end in three…two…o–”

“$150,000!” shouted by Mister 89.

Indistinct voices and buzzing murmurs
filled the room. That is too high.

“Bidding will end in three…two…one!” The
emcee pounded his wood hammer on the
table. “This lady is sold for $150,000!
Mister 89, you can take her backstage.
That’s all for today. Thank you for this
exciting auction!”


BENJAMIN’s Point Of View


“You…you’re really serious on buying that
lady?” shockingly asked by Timmy.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Just when did you changed your fetish?”

“Earlier. Just when I felt her body. That lady
awaken my desire, heated up my blood,
and it is unusual to happen. I won’t let it
loose.”

Frederick approached us. He’s the guy
named Mister 13. My great opponent in all
terms. He’s my stepbrother, son of my
father’s new wife. He’s one year older than
me.

“Nice one, Benjamin. You won,” he said,
bitterly.

“Better luck next time, Frederick,” I coldly
said and leaved him.

Timmy followed me. Still have his widen
eyes. “Are you really serious?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t buy that lady for you, Jamin.
$150,000?!”

“That’s not part of your treat. I will use my
own money.”

We go to the backstage. Mister Chen and a
man is waiting there. I took my check from
my pocket and wrote the price of the lady.

“Where is she?” I asked.

“You really want her, Mister Benjamin.
She’s on your car now. Here’s the key of
her handcuff and chains.” Mister Chen gave
me the key as I handed over him the check.

“Enjoy your lady, Mister Benjamin,” Mister
Chen said.

I just nod. I took a single glance to the man
beside Mister Chen, he’s smiling widely.

“Timmy, I’ll leave you here. Save your treat
for me, I’m going to take it one of this
days.”

I immediately gone to my car. I saw my
driver outside.

“She’s inside, Sir.”



To be continued

EPISODE 3

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