Semua Bab Killing Me Slowly: A Dark Twisted Slow-Burn Auction Romance: Bab 11 - Bab 20

But deep down, I knew I was crossing a line.I was becoming the monster I had hunted down, the very image of my brother’s depravity.The thrill of the auction wasn’t just about winning; it was about claiming what I believed was mine.And with every passing moment, I felt my grip on my own morality slipping away.I remembered how my brother had laughed when he dealt with his “merchandise.”The way he dismissed their humanity, treating them like they were disposable.I had vowed never to become that man, but standing here, feeling the energy of the crowd, I couldn’t help but feel that same excitement, that same rush of adrenaline.It terrified me.Amina Kadir stood in front of me, unaware of how closely I resembled the monster I had just put down.I could see the fear in her eyes, and it made my blood boil with desire.I wanted to break her, to control her, just as my brother had done to so many others.It was a cycle I thought I could escape, but it was creeping back in, clawing at me

The wind rustled the leaves, almost like it was trying to comfort me.I closed my eyes, letting the cool air brush against my skin as I imagined my mother sitting beside me, her hand on my shoulder.“What would you say to me right now?” I pondered. “Would you tell me to be strong, to fight back? Or would you tell me to accept what’s happening?”I took a deep breath, hoping the fresh air would ease the weight pressing down on my heart.I could feel the sorrow bubbling up inside me, threatening to overflow.“I wish you were here,” I said softly, the words barely escaping my lips. “I wish I could talk to you about everything.”My heart ached with the knowledge that I would never hear her voice again, that I had lost the one person who would have understood me completely.The memories came rushing back—sitting on the floor of my childhood room, my mother’s voice soothing me after a bad dream, her laughter ringing in the air during family dinners, her eyes sparkling with love and pride.I

I recoiled at the thought.“I’m not a piece of meat! I’m a person!”My voice trembled with anger and fear.Mr. Voss chuckled, the sound cold and devoid of warmth.“That’s cute, but you’re going to have to let go of that idea. This is about survival. Your father’s debts are more important than your feelings.”As I sat there, surrounded by men who saw me as nothing more than an object, I felt my world crumbling.The weight of their expectations pressed down on me, and I wanted to scream.“I don’t want this! I want my life back!”Mr. Voss shrugged, indifferent.“You don’t have a choice, Amina. You’re already in this deep. Let’s talk about the dress you’ll wear.”That evening, I found myself standing in front of a mirror, wearing a dress that felt foreign against my skin.It was tight, revealing, and made me feel like I was wearing someone else’s skin.I barely recognized the reflection staring back at me.I had always found comfort in my modest clothing, in my art, but now I felt strippe

I was only twenty-three years old…I’d barely lived my life yet…And it was already being snatched away from me, with no choice for me in the matter.Jenna stopped and turned to me, her expression softening.“You won’t freeze. You just need to channel your inner strength. Remember, this is about survival. Think of your father. He needs this money.”The mention of my father sent a jolt of pain through me.I thought about his desperate face, the way he’d pleaded with me to understand.“But I feel like I’m betraying everything I’ve been taught. This isn’t me.”“Life isn’t fair, Amina,” she said, her voice firm but compassionate. “You have to make the best of a bad situation. You’re stronger than you think. We all have to play our parts.”I looked away, my reflection revealing tears brimming in my eyes.“It’s just so wrong. I shouldn’t have to do this. I shouldn’t be here.”Jenna stepped closer, her voice dropping to a gentle tone.“I know it feels that way. But this is the reality for us

I didn’t care.Amina was mine, and I would make sure of it.“Twenty-five thousand!” Another voice called out, a man with a predatory glint in his eye.I felt a fire ignite in my chest.“Forty thousand!” I shot back, my voice louder, more confident.The tension in the room grew thicker as the auctioneer’s hammer hovered, ready to fall.“Forty thousand! Do I hear fifty?”“Fifty!” the predatory man yelled again, refusing to back down.I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening.“Seventy-five thousand!” I called, pushing my voice through the din.The room fell silent.The desperation in my voice sent chills down my spine as I fought to keep Amina from being taken by someone else.“Seventy-five thousand from the man in the back!” The auctioneer shouted, eyes wide with excitement.I could see Amina's eyes darting between the two of us, confusion etched on her face.She was being fought over, and I felt a mix of emotions—guilt, excitement, and a desperate need to possess her.The bids continued,