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whatever they were had the girl crying harder and shaking her head in response. He yanked her forward, deemed her a non-virgin, and pushed her back in line as if he couldn’t stand to touch her. Then it was her turn, and all the strength that Ruby had thought she had vanished when he wrapped a wrinkled hand around her arm, grinned down at her, and pulled her forward.
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    Gavin Darris leaned back in his chair and stared at each young woman that was presented. There were about ten other men sitting in the crudely erected auction room. Although this certainly wasn’t a luxurious setting, he was here for the merchandise, not the scenery. The items up for sale were young women, barely legal girls really. Gavin knew they had been taken from their homes against their will and offered up like cattle to a pack of wolves. He should have felt disgusted with himself for being here, but he didn’t, and in fact had been eagerly waiting for this night for the past month when he found out about it. Having an unlimited amount of wealth and knowing very corrupt men made finding and visiting these little auctions very easy.
    There was a wide variety of females on the stage, all wearing the same white sheet-like dress, and having the same drugged expression. But they ranged in age, race, hair color, and body type. Gavin wasn’t particularly picky on the submissive he wanted, but what he craved was a female that would give herself to him fully. He wasn’t in need of female company, didn’t want someone to chat with. What he wanted was a female that didn’t willingly give herself to him because of his social status or bank account. He wanted a true submissive in every word, and although he wasn’t particular fond of the BDSM lifestyle for himself, he wanted a submissive that would enjoy having his marks on her body, a woman that would writhe when he restrained her, and craved pain as much as he wanted to give it to her.
    Gavin needed the total control that a female could give him, that a masochist could give him. He didn’t want their surrender because the female thought to gain something in return, but one that needed to unleash the inner pain as much as he did.
    Purchasing a female that was drugged and kidnapped was certainly not the most honorable thing a man could do, but then again Gavin had never claimed to be anything of the sort. He was who he was, had a limitless bank account to purchase a harem of submissives if he chose, but all he wanted was one that would look at him like he held their very life in his hands. And he would, in every sense of the word.
    Each female was presented to the silent bidders, and through the corner of his eye he saw hands being raised as bids were placed. These human auctions were always at different, secluded spots where only a few select people knew about them. Gavin couldn’t say why he had chosen this particular one when he had known about countless ones before. He had just known that it was time to put away the countless women he had fucked that had tried to be submissive, tried to find the “traditional” way, and would get one the unconventional route. So far no female piqued his interest, tempted the dark bastard inside of him. But then he saw her , and everything in him stilled.
    She swayed on her feet, and her tears were a continuous flow down her cheeks. Her tears had his dick hardening and the sadistic asshole inside of him growing excited. The light shone through her gown, and the sight of her dark pubic hair and hard nipples and areolas had his cock throbbing. Her hair was long, wavy, and a dark brown. Even from the short distance and through the drugged-out expression of her half-lidded and red-rimmed eyes, he could see the very vibrant green of her irises. Gavin shifted and leaned forward, trying to get a better look at her, but there was no denying that he wanted her, and that she would be the one that would sate his dark, primal urges.
    “Eighteen-year-old