SLUT

Rivera shook her head. It's quite funny. She had gotten herself sacked because she didn't want to get touched by James.

How crazy that she would have sex with whatever man bid for her whether she liked it or not.

What if she had accepted James' advances?

Maybe she would've still been at work and Megan would have been the one there…

"Be obedient to the client. If you're soft and sweet, you'll win their heart and they will go easy on you. You can try to shed a few tears and praise them. Be coy and they will like you totally. Rivera, you're so beautiful, many men will fight for you. Use that to your advantage," Candy advised.

"Hey girls, come with me." A girl in a shimmering black body-con said.

“Good luck." Candy waved at her.

Rivera's stomach clenched, yet she forced a small wave at Candy.

She followed the group of girls into a big room behind the stage.

They all sat down on a long row of chairs, and Rivera sat at the end. She didn't know what she was trying to achieve with that. But she sure wanted to drag it out as much as possible.

A girl stood up and sat next to Rivera. Her skin seemed milky pink and soft like it had been tended to all her life.

With that young and beautiful face, it was clear she was in the same age group as Rivera.

Her beautiful face seemed exactly like the famous girls on media who had done Botox and plastic surgery to achieve the hot girl or model look.

However, she seemed to fall into the natural category.

She had wavy chestnut blonde hair and clear black eyes. She turned to Rivera and giggled, "You're so pretty. I heard Candy call you Vera, can I also call you Vera?"

Rivera's stomach twisted into a tight knot. She squeezed her hand tight and forced herself to nod. She could feel the sweat forming on her skin.

She badly wanted to escape…

BANG!

Rivera jumped at the sound. She glanced at the door.

A tall lady wearing a yellow bikini covered by a robe that seemed to do little of its job stepped into the room.

She swept the room and raised her hand and spoke in a loud arrogant voice, "Follow me, sluts."

All the girls shot up from their seats and followed.

Rivera pressed her lips together. Not only did she have to be called a slave, but she also had to endure being called a slut too…

A shadow suddenly loomed over Rivera and she raised her head. It turned out the woman had stepped back.

"Do you have a problem?" She folded her hands and gave Rivera a cold look. "I heard about you, you're that feisty girl who tried to escape. Don't mess with me, girl. I have enough permission to fuck you up..."

"Morn, spare my baby, will you? She's just being… nervous. Right, River?" Candy interfered.

She walked over and squeezed Rivera's hand. She smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind Rivera's ears. "Remember what I told you. You can do it, okay?"

"Thank you, Candy." Rivera forced a smile. There was no way she could do it.

But she was lucky she had Candy. If not for her, who knew what Morn would have done to Rivera.

"Now sweetie, go show them what you've got." Candy let go of Rivera's hand and pointed with her chin.

Rivera nodded with a gulp and followed the group of ladies into the backstage.

It was a massive, soundproof room with a high ceiling and polished floor.

There was a row of freestanding cages with matte-black steel frames and thick tethers latched to their bases.

Rivera's blood turned cold. Wasn't this being treated and displayed like an animal?

"Enter girls. The code is 0000." Morn stretched her hand toward the cages.

Suddenly Rivera was pushed from behind and the next thing she heard was a click.

Unlike the other girls who were allowed to pick their cage of choice and enter, Morn had chosen to push Rivera in.

Fury surged through Rivera and she raised her head.

Morn lifted her chin, daring Rivera to do her worst.

Rivera took a deep breath. Everyone there seemed to have an issue with her because she was the feisty one.

Were they all insane? When did trying to escape from a bad situation become a crime?

All the girls stepped into their respective cages.

The cages lifted smoothly into the air. Rivera fell in number 21—the last.

Rivera clamped her hands together and curled into the cage. Her body shook as she realized that she might have to be displayed like this for days, months, or maybe years to come.

“One." A sweet voice suddenly spoke from a speaker, apparently from the stage.

‘Bid one coming. Bid one coming.’ A mechanical voice monotoned and the cage ascended into an opening in the ceiling and disappeared.

The girls all let out fearful cries and shifted back into their cages.

"Stand up. All of you.” Morn strutted around the room with a black cane in her right hand. She walked around the cages and lectured, “The client has no patience, and I particularly hate noise."

The girls all shot to their feet, faces extremely pale.

Morn pointed at them. "I swear, if I heard a damn noise from any of you again, whoever loves to cry will end up as a plaything. Do you know the consequences of being an underworld dog? Once you become one, you can never leave the underworld unless you die."

Shivers trailed down everyone's spine, including Rivera.

Rivera shot to her feet and pressed her lips together.

Maybe Candy was right. She should just try to leave alive and do her best not to end up as a plaything.

Remembering the fate of those girls she had seen outside, goosebumps appeared on Rivera's skin.

Candy clapped twice to wake them up. "Now put on your best sexy act and… Smile. Wide."

‘Bid two, bid three.’