Chapter 2 Meeting the devil

Evelyn's Pov

Years later

As the van jolted to a stop, I felt every bump and shake with intensified pain. The cold, hard reality of my situation was sinking in as I was hauled out of the vehicle.

Blindfolded and bound, I could only rely on my other senses. I could hear the other girls curse and groan beside me.

There were five men with us in the van. Two at the front, three with us at the back. Their occasional mutterings helped me gauge their positions.

The ground beneath me was gravelly and uneven, and the chill in the air stung against my skin.

The van stopped and I felt the rough hands of one of the men guided me up a set of steps along with the other girls.

I had never been out of the 'factory' so I didn't know where we were going, but I could hear the faint whispers of the other girls, some of whom seemed familiar with the procedure. It appeared they had been through this before.

My captor turned and guided me to another way making me part ways with the other girls. I wanted to ask where he was taking me, but I knew that in this place, questions were often met with silence, and eventually, I would find out.

The opening of a door awakens my senses. He forced me into a kneeling position on the cold floor.

After what felt like an eternity, the blindfold was removed. I squinted against the harsh light of the room, trying to adjust.

The room was lavishly decorated, with high ceilings and opulent furnishings that contrasted starkly with my grim situation.

The room was silent except for the faint hum of an air conditioner.

A tall, imposing figure stood in the center of the room, his back to me. His presence was commanding, and even without seeing his face, I could feel the power he wielded.

"Hello, my spitfire, we meet again." My heart paused, that voice. It was the same voice I heard just before being sent to the 'factory' ten years ago.

Slowly, he turned, and his face was shown to me. The old man who had sealed my fate years ago.

His face was older, with streaks of gray in his black hair, but his dangerous aura still revolved around him. Despite his age, I knew the threat he posed was still very real.

"My little package, I see you have become what I need; Doctor did a great job on you"

I couldn't agree less, Doctor did work well on me.

"Sorry I didn't introduce myself to you years back but it is rather late than never, I am Domenico Romano"

The anger and hatred that bubbled inside me were almost overwhelming. If my hands and legs weren't bound, I would have struck him.

He ruined my life, well my Dad did but I didn't forget the promise I made ten years ago. I just needed the right opportunity.

"You, my spitfire are going for the auction so put what you have learned to good use, you have gotten the best shape for it"

He apprised me from head to toe with a look of satisfaction in his eyes, while I maintained an emotionless stare.

His smirk grew as he seemed pleased by my lack of reaction. In the factory, we were taught many things to prepare us for this very moment, and it seemed I was now expected to put that training to use.

"Take her to the dressing room with the other girls and give her to Violet," he ordered, and the black sac was put over my face again before I was led away.

*****

The black sac was pulled from my head and my bonds freed from me. My eyes narrowed against the blinding light.

The room was filled with racks of clothing, mirrors, and bright lights. The air was filled with a mix of expensive perfume and the faint scent of fabrics.

A tall woman with a sharp feature stood in front of me with a smile. "Welcome to the dressing room; I am Violet; you must be the new one. How are you holding up?" she asked

"Fine," I answered, and she guided me to a large changing area. As I walked, I saw other girls being prepped and dressed.

They gave me cautious glances but said nothing.

"What size are you?" She asked raking through some items of clothing.

"I don't know," I answered and she turned to me surprisingly.

Should have I known? I was used to baggy clothes so I didn't bother to find out.

She inspected me before turning back. "I have the right one for you, strip down; we need to get you into this beauty here," she said, holding a sleek, elegant black dress.

I hesitated for a moment before removing my clothes. She examined me scrutinizingly, nodding as she took in my appearance.

"You have got a good build,'' she said and helped me into the dress. If only she knew how I got my body.

We were made to eat and become fat before we started burning the fats out in some places and retaining fats in some places.

She gave me a delicate silver necklace and small stud earrings. She gave me black stiletto heels to pair with it and I sat down to get my makeup done.

"So you are the new one Domenico told me about. Domenico has high hopes for you. Let's see what you have got"

"I don't care about his hopes. Just let me get this over with" I replied.

She smiled at me "You have got the spirit. That is good, you will need it. Let's make sure you are presentable"

As Violet finished her work, she stepped back and admired her handwork. "There you go, you look presentable.

Remember, always keep your head down, do as you are told, and you might just get through this," she said like she has said it a thousand times.

"I am not here to blend in," I said while she gave me a shocked look.

"Well, you have got some attitude and I guess that is what interested Domenico," With that, she gestured for me to follow her.

As we walked towards the door, I took a last look in the mirror. The reflection staring back at me was unfamiliar.

My makeup was bold with smoky eyes and red lipstick while my hair was styled in soft wares.

I have never looked like that and I love it. The girls were dressed differently from me but I didn't mind it.

Along with the other girls, I followed the men backstage. Before I could receive my number, one of the men came and pulled me aside.

"Excuse me," I said, taking his hands off me. "You are not going with them," he said

"Then why am I here?" I asked.

"You will know that soon," I watch the girls go out for the auction.

It was crazy that the auction was for fun for the other mafia lords. I watch as the mafias bid for a girl of their choice.

This was what he needed us for, to become sex toys for the mafias, to bring more power and wealth to him.

*****

Violet came in and took my attention. "Domenico is asking for you," she said, without waiting for my reply; she took me with her with a man walking behind us.

We got to a big brown door and she opened it and pushed me inside. I nearly lost my footing but I steadied myself before I could fall.

I turned to give her the piece of my mind but she shut the door in my face.

"Ass****," I muttered.

"She is yours now, Raffaele" I heard Domenico's voice before I saw him.

"She was made for you"

"I don't want her," The new voice was deep, smooth, and commanding. The Italian accent sent shivers down my spine.

And I knew that instant that things were going to change for me. And if he hadn't noticed it, it was going to change for Domenico.