butcherpuppy

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  "51"

  "60"

  "65"

  "70"

  "100"

  The price of the bid quickly doubled and trippled past the starting amount, still lightheaded I struggle to maintain bance. The armored hand has now multiplied into a full blown carry at this point, I was certain that without the knight behind me holding me in pce I would have already fallen to the floor.

  A slight dripping sound grabs my attention as the wound has now fully healed on my neck, not even leaving a scar to show the injustice I have suffered. The pink princess dress I was forced to wear has a trail of wet blood down one side, clinging to the edge of the dress the blood bulbs into a bigger droplet before eventually falling to the floor.

  "565"

  "700"

  The price has become astronomical judging by the look on the announcers face as he acknowledges each bid, I guess 700 gold is a huge amount in this world? Judging by the centaur previously settling at 24 silvers as I listened in from the prison cell.

  Slowly regaining my energy I notice a group of panicked looking towards the back of the auction hall near what I presume is the main entrance for the bidders is a group of darker tinted metal knights, watching closely I see them hurridly running back and forth and pulling the weapons they have holstered out before running out of the venue.

  The commotion although small has started to become rather roudy and is affecting the closest bidders to the entrance door. Distracting my thoughts I hear a pindrop silence as a familiar distinct feminine voice rings out of a booth positioned near the side of the venue.

  "3 ptinum ~"

  "O-okay, that is 3 p-ptinum from madam Demora. This bid is closed. Sold!"

  I hear a few grumbles in the crowd but the majority sentiment seems to be in agreement with the eventual price, it seems 1000 gold is 1 ptinum in this world? That could be useful information ter on.

  I see a group of red pted knights adorning bck faceptes and weirdly glowing eyes of different colors, different from the auctions security, make their way towards me. In between them is the dy I first saw when the fabric was lifted from the cage I first arrived inside of.

  "Your lucky little brat"

  The knight holding me from behind whispers as I am handed over to the red pted knights. I am carried off of the stage and brought face to face with the dy that just bought me. Hiding a scowl I look into her eyes as a show of defiance.

  "I like your eyes, so much life and vitality, so dangerous. I will make sure to whip you into shape to stop those silly delusions of yours ~. I think I will call you.. kitten~".

  My face grimaces at the way she is talking to me and she lets out a slight chuckle at my reaction.

  As we have returned to her booth I notice the inside has some form of one way gss looking into the auction area, the knight retreat into seemingly thin air as I am sat down forecfully next to demora.

  She reaches into the air as a weird spacial distortion occurs and she pulls out a frilly pink colr, on the front is has a metal love heart that subtly shines an ominous red light similiarly to the chains that currently weigh my body down.

  The commotion from earlier near the main entrance is slowly growing as more and more auction knights begin to leave through the doors with weapons drawn, at the main stage of the auction I see a familiar face. The elf looking girl is standing in a light floral green dress and is currently being bid on.

  "1 ptinum"

  "3 ptinum"

  "3 ptinum 500 gold"

  My chin is lightly grabbed as my head is turned back towards demora, she fshes a beautiful smile that temporarily stuns me. *csp* *click*. My eyes widen as somehow she has managed to sneak the colr around my neck, it has an uncomfortable stiffness that restricts my airway from being fully functional.

  "Now, now. Don't be getting distracted when your master wants you okay? ~

  Lets get those heavy ugly chains off of you."

  Behind her, a floating mirror like puddle of water appears and one of the earlier red knights steps out before slicing the chains binding my legs and arms off in one strike, feeling the weight dissapear from my body I wait until the knight once again vanishes.

  Feeling demora grab my entire body and pce myself onto her p I realise just how close I am to her throat. I can surely kill her right? Just like the goblin from before, I will twist my head and bite into her exposed neck and then run with all of my might.

  Waiting until the outside auction reaches its peak for some kind of opportunity, I watch as demora holds a stone pque up to her mouth and speaks into it.

  Outside of the booth I hear the sound of demora's voice.

  "10 ptinum".

  Using this opportunity of her attention being elsewhere I lunge towards the unguarded neck. Right as I am about to chomp down I feel horrendous pain. Coming from the pink colr I feel a soul crushing wave of agony, beating even the encounter of having my organs and legs crushed by the green behemoth.

  "AHHHHMMM.. A-Aahh..mngh-ph???"

  I fall into a heap over the top of demora's p as I hear her ughter echo into my ear.

  "You didn't actually think that would work right? I know they told me to be careful with your little mouth but I hardly expecte-"

  *BOOOOOMMMM*

  The auction house shakes as the entrance doors fly into the audience and crushing a few of the unlucky bidders that hadn't moved out of the way in time. A cacophony of yells and shouting followed by the cnging and cshing of swords ring out into the rge seating hall.

  Demora stands up and picks me up into a one handed baby carry over her shoulder as I watch the now 8 red pted knights appear to surround her.

  "We are leaving."

  A cold voice leaves her mouth and I shudder at the extreme personality change from what she previously was just showing me. Her shoulder dug into my stomache as we walked causing slight groans of pleasure to leak out as we travelled.

  Finally getting a good look as to what was happening within the hall I notice a bunch of adventurer looking people weilding bows, books, staffs, greatswords, rapiers. Every weapon under the sun adorned the group of clearly foreign 20 aggressors.

  I watch as blood sprays back and forth and cries of pain echo from the defenceless bidders of the auction hall, I now understand demora's change of attitude. These people were good. Extremely good.

  With almost 0 injuries they managed to take out every auction house knight.

  At some point I make eye contact with the green haired elf from earlier as she is being rescued by the invaders. A slight tear slips from my as I smile at her, the tear from the pleasure I was feeling and the smile to make sure she didn't worry about me of course.

  For some reason she looked comepletely horrified and begun to plead to the greatsword weilding man to her left as she frantically pointed at me.

  Looking upwards to the rge man I make eye contact and notice his face to be in comlplete shock as he sees me.

  *Woooshh*.

  A blinding purple light forces me to close my eyes.

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