Sitting here with all of these other girls, I guess I should've seen it coming. There was no auction, no choice. I was simply dropped where my next stop was scheduled. And although I may be over-dramatic at times, it always comes clear.

"Come women! It's time for the evaluation!" The new girls formed puzzled faces, eyes full of questions. Those acquainted but yet to adjust form tears, ruthlessly begging and groveling. And the others who had given in, well, they just slumped forward in order to avoid the inevitable.

I am to blend in they say. I am to act as all others they say. But they handed me my future, without asking my input, and pushed me along.

I already know what is happening, so the best thing to do is just wait. He'll come strolling in, and choose whom he wishes. Not me of course. I'm plain, uninteresting, but it's my job to be all others. The girls well introduced to this life said the more times you were chosen, the better chance there was to survive. He only chose those who he held interest. "Just flaunt what you got honey, he likes 'em confident and submissive." Yeah, this would be fun.

Rip. That's what the guys did to my arm when I even took one glance at their faces. It hurt, to say at the least, like hell. And now they chose to do the same with all of our clothes. Left in bras and underwear, how classy.

Next, as expected of us we were to be quiet as they tied of to our chairs. He would choose his harem girl for the night soon.

I am the only one that has been added tonight. And according to the others, he usually notices. They said I'd be lucky if he chose me first. And of course I asked why. "He's a babe, he can butter my muffin all he wants." "Hey, you make him cum he leaves you alone, that's how I see it." Sickening smirks would creep along their faces, just speaking of bartering sex for soul.

I won't pretend that it shocked me when the doors slammed open. As expected, I sat still and quiet.

A breeze blew across my feet. He was here. And he was looking right at me. As the new girl, I haven't earned the right to actually look him in the eye. All I can tell is that through this blindfold, there is a dark shadow looming over me.

"A new addition have we here? I must say she's quite quiet." A hand cam sweeping along my blindfold. "Not a single tear either. Was she a harem girl before? You know I love to be the first to break them." He leans down and I can feel the moisture from his breath come into my ear as he whispers. "And soon I will, don't act so strong, it's much more fun when they beg."

Not a smirk, not a scowl, but a smile inched its way upon my face. And just as slyly as my smile came, I was punished for it.

"Never smile at me unless I am pleasuring you. Although my mere presence probably sends every one of you into a frenzy, you will hold yourself together. I want you humble and silent, or weeping and crying."

Shall I take the chance? I think I shall. "And why not?" My voice was clear and cutting, straight enough to slice through his rock hard skin. But it didn't. My face bruised on impact and made a cracking noise as he back-handed my cheek.

"I am taking this one for the night. I fear she needs a good beating more than I am in need of pleasuring. When I am done I will send for another girl. This one will be so broken she'll be in pain trying to open her own eyes." With that, it began, and he yanked me along. When I tripped, clumsy me, it didn't matter. There was no time to stand up. He simply kicked my face with each step he took, not even flinching at the sound of my jaw cracking.