Malik - Z.M (Book 1, Malik Series)

39.

Zayn.

Nerves were settling in as more and more slave owners began to accumulate.

I had mark days and months for this moment and now that this day has come, I'm finding it harder and harder to let her go.

Slave owners from around the world are cradled up in one room to purchase slaves that have been trained by me and others who are willing to put their name on the top list.

So far, I'm second in the ranking and having Alissa is giving me an advantage.

I couldn't get her off my mind.

Slaves that were auctioned off were mentally prepared. It was what they knew and what they were trained for.

It was hardly likely to find a kidnapped slave. Most were difficult to get a hold of but because it was so easy to coverup the tracks, I had got Alissa.

Alissa is rare in an auction.

She was an innocent abducted girl who also had a fiery, sexual appetite that most innocent girls off the street wouldn't possess.

She was a perfect slave.

The only flaw she had was that she was deflowered, but slave owners would look past that after reading her background.

I pierce my lips together as I stand in front of everyone.

The room slowly starts to quiet down as Boots announces me.

"Thank you to those who have travelled considerable lengths to be here at the ceremony." I clear my throat.

"It's good to see a lot of familiar faces still here and a few new ones, welcome. I don't know about you all, but I don't do speeches. So I'm going to make this nice and quick."

"We're going to start off with displays. Each slave owner has all the slaves profile that are put into auction today, so you need to listen carefully for the names. You will have ten minutes with your selection before the next round of slaves are up. If you miss your slave, you will have to wait for the walk arounds." I explain.

"The events start in ten minutes so enjoy the food, and help yourself to any beverage while the slaves prepare. A massive thank you again for all of you for coming here today at our 5th ceremony."

I finish the speech off and continue towards the back room where all the slaves are retouching.

"Zayn!" Boots approaches me immediately and pulls me back where I just came from.

"What the fuck-"

He points through the crack of the door and I frown.

"Hafid has arrived." Boots murmurs quietly.

I straighten my tie and I clear my throat. "Did you see Zaidan with him?"

"He came alone."

I frown and shake my head.

"I'll approach him later." I hand him the mic as I face him. "Where's Alissa?"

"She's in the bathroom." He says and I nod before pushing him to get to her.

Knocking on the door, I end up opening anyway and a few slaves scream before apologising.

"Alissa?!" I call out until I notice the juicy butt in front of the mirror.

Alissa turns to face me and smiles in relief when she sees me.

"Hi."

"Can I get everyone to get out." I call out.