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  Captive

  A Dark Romance

  Violet Noir

  Contents

  1. Tessa

  2. Will

  3. Tessa

  4. Will

  5. Tessa

  6. Will

  7. Tessa

  8. Will

  9. Tessa

  10. Will

  11. Tessa

  12. Will

  13. Tessa

  14. Will

  15. Tessa

  16. Will

  17. Tessa

  18. Will

  19. Tessa

  20. Will

  21. Tessa

  22. Will

  23. Tessa

  Epilogue

  About Violet Noir

  Also by Violet Noir

  1

  Tessa

  The early morning light streamed through the broken blinds and roused me from a fitful sleep. I wanted to roll over and go back to sleep, but I knew there would be hell to pay if I didn’t have breakfast ready for my stepfather before he had to leave for work.

  I rolled out of bed and put my feet on the cold linoleum floor. My body shivered as the cool morning air covered me. I hated that part of getting up. The heat in the trailer barely worked, when Trent would let me use it, and it was like stepping out of a warm cocoon into the tundra.

  My room was the cleanest in the whole place. The kitchen was a close second, but I couldn’t keep up with Trent’s mess. I had to get up every morning extra early and clean it before I started cooking because he’d get ashes, stale beer, and old food all over everything at night when he was drunk.

  Of course, he’d be hungover the next morning demanding his breakfast, and I had to have it ready as soon as his alarm went off. I’d gotten the timing down perfectly over the last few years. If it was late, he’d yell and throw things at me. If it was too early, he’d complain that it was cold and throw his food at me.

  It sucked because I really could have used the time in the morning to study. I was nineteen, but I’d been held back a couple of times. I wasn’t stupid, but my “home circumstances” had prevented me from thriving. At least, that’s what the counselor at the alternative school I attended said. That year, I was finally doing well, though. It looked like I had a chance to graduate in a few months. I thought that with a diploma, maybe I had a shot at a better job than waitressing. I could escape that life and make myself a new one.

  I put on sweat pants and a long-sleeved t-shirt. It wasn’t just the chill. Trent had been trying to get after me for a while. So far, I’d delayed his advances, but he’d said that I’d have to start “paying rent” soon.

  I did have a part-time job waitressing at a diner a couple of blocks from the trailer park. I’d tried to give Trent some rent money, but he’d just slapped my face and told me I was a smart-ass.

  “You know what I want isn’t your money.” He’d say it, but the next morning half of my tips would be gone.

  I tried to lock my door at night, but the trailer was old. It wasn’t hard for him to fiddle with the lock and get in. I guess I was so dead tired to the world that he didn’t wake me, but I wondered how long I had before he started sneaking in my room at night to take more than my money.

  After I pulled my wavy blonde hair up into a bun, I slipped on my house shoes and made my way to the kitchen. It was Friday, so that meant he would want biscuits and eggs. I turned on the old stove to preheat and just prayed it wouldn’t catch fire.

  While the oven heated, I cleaned up the ashes on the floor and the beer cans lining the counter. You wouldn’t have thought it would have been that hard to throw them in the trash can instead of lining them up on the counter, but I guessed it was pretty fucking difficult for Trent.

  I carried the trash can into the living room and picked up whatever garbage I saw. I emptied the ash trays and then rushed back to the kitchen. I hated the living room. Even when I cleaned it was still nasty and had a bad smell, but if I didn’t at least pick up the garbage, Trent would come into my room while I tried to do my homework. He’d grab me by the hair and drag me into the living room to see what a pigsty it was. So, it was better to just get in there, pick up, and get out.

  I’d tried to get out of there. I was an adult, after all. Every place in town, even the trailer parks, did a credit check before they rented to you. I didn’t have any credit. A few of them offered to rent to me if I paid a year’s rent up front, but because I could only work part-time, and Trent kept taking my money, I could never quite save up enough.

  I guessed that I could have dropped out of school to work more hours, but I really wanted to graduate. If I quit school to work two waitressing jobs, that’s what I’d have been doing for the rest of my life. Putting up with Trent for a few more months seemed like a better deal.

  My counselor at school had even started talking about college. I told her there was no way that I could pay for that, but she said there were scholarships and grants for girls like me. She said that I might even qualify for some that would pay my living expenses. I could go to school and get away from my stepfather.

  I didn’t dare get my hopes up for that. What I did was put some biscuits in the oven and start frying eggs. I had to focus on what was right in front of me and not start dreaming of some fantasy world where Tessa Rogers was a college graduate.

  I laughed to myself as I broke the second egg into the pan. The idea of me with a fancy college education, wearing a suit to work everyday and bossing everyone around was almost hilarious.

  “What’s so funny, you little bitch,” Trent said from behind me, and my whole body went rigid. “You’re over there having yourself a good old time while my breakfast is late. You make me late for work and I’ll take it out of your hide,” he said and dragged the metal kitchen chair across the linoleum.

  Trent plopped down in the seat and scooted it back up to the folding card table we used as our kitchen table. I’d expected him to come up and hit me upside the back of the head or at least grab my arm and sink his dirty fingernails into my skin, but he just sat down and glared at me.

  “It’s almost ready, Trent,” I said and took the biscuits out of the oven.

  I’d had to bend over to get the biscuits out of the oven, and when I turned around to give him his food, I could see Trent’s nasty little dick through his dirty boxer shorts. I shuddered.

  He saw my revulsion and his face grew red with fury. “You’d be so lucky as to have a man like me. Your mother sure loved to ride my cock,” he said and I felt sick to my stomach.

  “Here’s your breakfast, Trent. I’ve got to go get ready for school.”

  “Naw, you don’t,” he said and shoveled a forkful of eggs into his mouth. “I’ve got no use for you around here anymore. You’re a shitty housekeeper and you can’t even get my breakfast done on time. Your days of freeloading off me are over. I overheard a guy at work talking about this club where girls like you, pretty and young, get auctioned off to rich men. You’re going down there tonight, and you’re going to earn me back all of the money I spent taking care of you since your mother left.”

  “I’m not going to let you sell me,” I said before I could stop myself.

  Trent stood up and raised his hand, but he didn’t smack me. Suddenly, I knew why he hadn’t hit me that morning. He didn’t want any bruises on me for the auction.

  “You got two choices. You can go to the auction or you can pack your shit and get out,” he said and sat back down. “I don’t give a shit if you got no other place to go. I want you out of my house.”

  I wanted to ask him who was going to clean up after him and cook his food after I was gone, but I
just went to my room. There was no point in arguing with my stepfather. He had dollar signs in his eyes, and he didn’t care about the rest.

  As soon as my bedroom door was closed, tears spilled over my cheeks. I didn’t care about leaving the trailer behind, but I was sad because I’d really wanted to graduate. I’d worked so hard to try and do better for myself, and my future was as uncertain as ever.

  I went to school that day anyway. I didn’t tell anyone what was happening, but I wanted to see everyone one last time. When school was out for the day, I left my backpack full of books next to my locker. Trent would never return them, and the school had a hard enough time getting books for everyone. I was sure there was a student on the waiting list who would be happy to have their own books instead of having to share.

  When I got home, I sat down on my bed and waited. I didn’t have anything fancy to wear to the auction, so I just stayed in my jeans and sweater. I had a little bit of cheap makeup that I wore when I went to work, so I did my face up as best I could.

  Trent got home from his shift and was pissed. “You don’t even look like you’re trying. You ungrateful little bitch.”

  If being ungrateful for being sold made me a bitch, then I accepted that. I just sat there while he yelled at me for five minutes. There was no use arguing.

  “I’m ready to go,” I said when he tired himself out.

  “Get in the fucking car,” he barked.

  I nodded yes and stood up. He looked like he wanted to hit me, but I knew he wouldn’t. His days of hitting me were over. If nothing else, that was a relief.

  We got in the car and drove downtown to a place called The Stables. Trent pulled the car around the back and rang the bell at the service door.

  A statuesque woman in her early forties answered the door. She was dressed in an elegant black sequined gown. Her ears, neck, and wrists practically dripped with diamond and rubies, and her lipstick was the exact shade of those gorgeous rubies. My mouth dropped open in awe. She was stunning and the power almost radiated from her.

  “What’s this?” she asked nonchalantly, but her eyes studied me intently.

  “Got a girl for auction,” Trent said.

  “Is that so?” the woman asked. “Does this girl want to join the auction?”

  Both of them stared at me. It felt like my last chance to get away, but where would I go? It was either be auctioned or be broke and homeless.

  “Yes, I do,” I said.

  “That’s yes, Madame,” she corrected, and I felt my cheeks burn with humiliation.

  “Yes, Madame.”

  “Very good.” She seemed pleased. “Yes, she’ll do fine. I’m Madame Rose,” the Madame said and took my hand. “Please come in.” She pulled me gently over the threshold and looked me over. “I’ll have to get one of my girls to help you with your hair and makeup. I assume you’ll also need a dress?”

  “Yes, Madame.”

  “It’s no problem, dear. The costs will be deducted from your sale, but I’m sure you’ll still bring a tidy profit.”

  Madame Rose began to close the door on my stepfather but his hand shot out to stop her. “What about my money?” he snarled.

  “The business end will be handled by my associates,” she said and slammed the door in his face.

  He actually began pounding on the door and screaming obscenities at me and Madame Rose. Two large men stepped out of the shadows and Madame nodded her head toward the door.

  “Yes, Madame,” they said in unison and went outside.

  “Let’s go, dear,” she said and led me down a dimly lit hallway. “It’s time for a fresh start for you.”

  Madame Rose left me with another woman named Penny. True to her name, she had shocking copper red hair. Penny sat me down in a chair and did my hair and makeup. She used the softest brushes to put makeup on my face, and each stroke was as precise as an artist perfecting their masterpiece.

  When she was done, she turned me around to face the mirror, and I was shocked. Penny was an artist. I started to bring my hand up to touch my face, but she smacked it back down.

  “Don’t you dare,” she said with a laugh.

  “Sorry,” I replied.

  “It’s okay. A lot of people have that reaction when I get done with them for the first time.”

  “The first time?” I was confused. “You mean you have to do girls’ makeup more than once.”

  “Oh, yeah,” she said matter-of-factly. “I’m going to assume by the looks of you that you’re here for a virgin auction, but you’ll be back. You’ll never make as much money for the later auctions, but don’t go getting any fairytale ideas about this thing. The man who’s buying you will use you for what he wants and be done. If you’re smart, you’ll get back in here and on the auction block as many times as you can before your youthful looks fade on you. Don’t go getting all wide-eyed at your bank account and lazy after this first auction. You need to hustle while you can.”

  “My stepfather is getting the money for the auction.”

  “Is that what he told you?” she said with a dismissive laugh. “It’s funny when the fathers think they are selling their daughters. Honey, Madame Rose is only going to give the money to one person. That’s you. If you give your money to him, that’s on you. But somehow, I don’t see you being that stupid. Adorably naïve, yes. But, you aren’t stupid.”

  I let Penny choose a dress for me. She seemed to be the expert, and I wanted to make as much money as possible during my auction.

  “Do you think I’ll make enough to pay for college?” I asked as Penny thumbed through dresses.

  “Honey, yes. You’ll have enough for the whole enchilada. Men love little blondes with big tits and freckles. You’re going to kill it out there. We have lots of girls who pay their way through college with auctions. Not many of them come to us as virgins, though. If you want to go to school, go to school, girl. You get after it, but you won’t need it. If you’re smart with your money and don’t quit after the first auction, you’ll set yourself up for retirement before you’re twenty-five,” she said and pulled a slinky little white dress from the rack.

  “I’m nineteen,” I said.

  “Yeah, and you’re going to be richer than you could ever imagine if you work it.” She handed me the dress “We’re going to get you black panties and a lace bra. I want to go for that whole Madonna-whore thing. Men want both, so tonight you’re both.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You need to be innocent but eager. These men are buying a fantasy. They want you inexperienced but ready to have them deflower you with their strong, capable hands,” Penny said and rolled her eyes at the last part. “The clients here are all very rich men who are used to getting their way. A lot of them are doms looking for submissives too. They are too busy to keep a submissive full-time, so they come here looking for short-term arrangements.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’ll find out soon enough,” Penny said. “I’m not trying to be cryptic, I swear. But, the men who are here for virgin auctions want to be the ones to teach you. I don’t want to take that from them. It’s what they are paying for.”

  “Beautiful,” Madame Rose said as she entered the room. “Are you ready, Tessa? I’ve got a room full of very enthusiastic buyers. You were a surprise gift to me today. These gentlemen are going to be so happy that they chose today to visit my club.”

  The room was dark other than the spotlight shining on me. I’d seen candles on the tables just before they’d turned on the spot, but the obscenely bright light was blinding me from seeing the crowd.

  Madame Rose told me to walk across the stage a couple of times and then stop in the middle. I was barefoot because I couldn’t walk in heels and Madame thought it was better for me to be barefoot than wear anything less than a five-inch heel. I couldn’t believe how vulnerable I felt. I hadn’t expected that.

  I’d only been standing there for a few moments when two large security guards rushed on the stage an
d swept me off.

  “What’s going on?” I asked in a panic.

  I’d thought that perhaps I’d done something wrong. Maybe my stepfather had gotten me thrown out.

  “You’ve been sold,” Penny whispered.

  “But the auction hadn’t even started yet.”

  “Someone must have made Madame an offer she couldn’t refuse,” Penny said. “You have a new master, Tessa, and he wanted you off the stage.”

  I was a little frightened. The way she said master unsettled me. At the same time, I was excited as well. I didn’t know how life could be any worse than living with my stepfather.

  2

  Will

  I wasn’t in the crowd. I was never in the crowd. Certain clients had access codes to watch the auctions from a video feed on the computer, and I was one of those clients. I had the privilege of watching the auctions from the comfort of my office at home. I could have watched from work too, but I preferred the extra privacy.

  The first girls of the evening didn’t even turn my head. I wanted a blonde. The first girl of the night had dishwater blonde hair, but she was too skinny for me. The next had a better body, but her hair and skin were too dark. For a moment, I thought I’d end up disappointed for the night. There weren’t many girls in the virgin auctions. Virgins old enough to put themselves up for sale were a rare find.

  I wanted a fair complexion with light eyes and baby blonde hair, and I wouldn’t settle for less. So, when the girl with emerald green eyes and an adorable smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose walked shyly out on stage, I knew I had to have her. Her hair was platinum blonde, but it looked completely natural. So did her big, sumptuous tits. She was perfection in every way, and she was about to be mine.