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Zach by K. R. Ruth is releasion on October 27th, and because of that, today you can read an exclusive excerpt on my blog. Scroll down to find a little sneak peek.
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CHAPTER ONE
Nita
Present
“SOLD!”
A voice said louder and clearer. To make
the seal to be done, a hand bell ting-a-ling sound summoned thrice.
A few minutes ago...
My name is Anita. Wait, small changes
took over, I mean like, when I say small changes it goes like this, they gave
me a new identity. Now, I’ve a new name, Nita. I have a new boss and a new job.
Everything was new, but what they didn’t know was, I refuse to accept all the
new identities they were giving me.
They made me sign a contract with my new
name printed on it. That said I wouldn’t violate the rules that have been
printed on it. I didn’t care to read that shit. Because when you read it, you
might feel down and panicky, and you might as well think of not violating it.
I will violate it. All. That was my own
mental contract printed in the shed blood from each one of my family. And I’d
signed it with my own blood.
They could give me anything. Also, take from me and from my body anything,
but not the old me, especially the scars they carved on my heart. They were all
mine and personal.
I refuse to accept. I repeated that in
my head on and on.
But I will pretend. I also repeated this
on and on in my head.
Two simple rules:
1. Take opportunity.
2. Strike them all.
The consequences even could be my own
death. But I don’t bother.
My mental commotion stopped, once the
reality was sinking into me.
I’d be soon sold to an unknown. And I
was standing in front of several sets of eyes, wearing two translucent filthy
pieces of clothing. Only that was shielding my body. To me, I was naked.
Almost.
But, I didn’t blink.
I didn’t flinch.
It’s for the weaker person.
I’m not a deer caught in the headlights.
But I was sitting in a display, like a
Kohinoor diamond.
I was robbed.
I was shipped from place to place.
I was exchanged from one hand to the
other.
I’ve a higher value. But I am all
mortified. I don’t belong here. That’s what a Kohinoor was. It was deported. It
was living, but lost its nativity.
Actually, what they didn’t know was that
I wasn’t a Kohinoor, but a simple flashy hard stone. To anybody, I might give a
precious outward appearance, but inside me, I’m a hard stone.
Nobody could break through my Kevlar.
(...)
When I stripped down to my final
clothing, two booming voices started to bid for me, and the person who was
conducting the bidding was more excited to see the two bidders pitching the
highest amount.
Bidder one said. “Who couldn’t hear the
bell’s sound that I pressed, huh? If anyone was having a hearing problem...” He
trailed off.
Bringgggggggggggggggggggg.
Bidder one pressed the bell continuously
as he tossed a look at bidder two, and an arrogant snicker escaped out of him.
He paused his action, and said to the man, who was still staring at bidder one.
The opponent was so ready to take the life out of the bidder one, just by the
way, he was staring at him, and his eyes were fuming. The bidder one, who
pressed the bell, said. “Even if I haven’t pressed it first, I’m going to take
that woman with me.” Bidder one said too cockily to the bidder two. The bidder
one and bidder two, just like that, they both went into a staring contest.
“You both brothers are behind my ass for
a long time, aren’t you?” Finally, the staring was put to an end by bidder
two’s comment.
In turn, bidder one peppered the heated
situation, again, with a snicker along a smirk. “Why can’t we take it this way,
you were always behind our possessions. And truly we had proved it last time,
didn’t we?”
I couldn’t understand what they were
talking about. But only I knew that, they were sharing some history. And they
visited it again and again.
Bidder two’s nostrils flared, and said.
“It was the last time and it was settled. This time I’m taking this woman. And
my bidding rises to 25% higher than yours.”
The reply of bidder one: he took the
blunt from his pocket, lit it up, plopping himself down in his seat, legs
propped up onto the table in front of him, and started puffing out the smoke
toward the ceiling. The person who was conducting the bidding started to seal the
deal by calling out once, and he waited, scanning the face of bidder one so as
to hike the bidding amount. When bidder one didn’t bother to respond, the
bidder two’s square shoulders relaxed a little. Auctioneer called out for the
second time, darting his eyes back at bidder one. No verbal response, only the
smoke was pouring out from his fuller lipped mouth. He was so relaxed, it felt
like, he was too bored to even to look at his surrounding, and wasn’t caring
much anymore. He was so focused at the ceiling and gushed out the smoke very
leisurely.
Shiver ran down my spine just like that.
Where am I getting myself into?
Auctioneer’s awkward voice pulled me out
of my thoughts, and when I concentrated to his hooting voice, I knew, he was
trying to seal the deal with his third call. Exactly right at that moment,
bidder one’s voice boomed out, yet casually. “My bidding rises to 3.5 times of
the current bidding amount, I mean, I’m raising the bidding amount to 88%.” I
was stunned to see his cocky attitude. He was clearly an asshole. Not only was
I alone stunned here, but the whole hall, too, and especially, the bidder two.
Only person who was so excited was the person who was conducting the auction.
My bidder one started stalking toward
me.
His eyes blank.
His face was unreadable.
His playful nature went into thin air.
Each step he took toward me, his tick in
the jaw doubled. His boyish look disappeared. Totally.
He came to me, his forest green eyes
connected with my dark eyes. They sliced and pierced in too deep like, boring
holes to the back of my skull through my eye sockets. Before I could recover
from his strong dangerous eyes, the bidder one flushed himself to my almost
nude body with a contrast of his full suited body. He wound up my long hair in
his fist, tugged down as roughly as possible and hissed over my face without
losing the eye contact.
“You’re my slave, right from this
moment. And I will be your fucking boss.” I wanted to wince in pain, because
the tug in my hair was merciless. He was arrogant and merciless. Yeah, right,
when I was being sold I couldn’t expect kindness from—my bidder one, they say,
Zachariah Mackay AKA Zach—him. “I want my slave to follow one simple fucking
rule of mine. Always. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Before. Me.”
Screw the bastard, couldn’t I?
And I let loose a smirk of my own.
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