Virginity Sold : A Night To Remember Auction

27. Elena

Ican hear them talking, but I don’t open my eyes. Instead, I keep them closed to steal a few uncensored moments. I don’t remember everything, but there’s something about these men that feels so familiar, yet slightly broken. If that even makes sense.

Edward told me I could trust them when he came to visit me. That was odd in itself.

Why was a man who I waited on in the diner, visiting me in the hospital? How does he know the three men that were here? This is all so confusing, and my head is pounding.

When I woke up forty minutes ago and caught a glimpse before closing my eyes, all three men were here, standing in the corner, huddled as they whispered to each other. Now That I”ve opened my eyes, they sit around me, smiling, but it’s like there’s something hidden behind their mesmerizing eyes.

There’s a sense of familiarity about them, yet not. As I inhale their individual colognes, I’m reminded of something elusive that I can’t quite hold on to.

It’s like an itch that can’t be scratched, nagging at you until you feel like you’re going to go insane. That’s what I feel like right now. I know these men, I can feel it deep in my soul, but there’s something that makes me think even though I know them, that maybe I wish I didn’t.

Are they only here because I”m hurt?

That’s another thing eating away at me. Who did this to me? Why hasn’t Mama been here to see me? Did something happen to her too?

“Where’s my mama?” I ask them, causing them to look at me wide-eyed, jaws dropped. Their response leaves me both angry and concerned at the same time.

“What do you mean?” the youngest one asks as he places his forearm on the bed, leaning forward from where he sits beside me.

The older gentleman clears his throat, covering it with his hand fisted before speaking. “We don’t know where she is. You were alone when your landlord arrived at your home.”

I was alone. She’s not here. Those two thoughts keep running on repeat through my mind.

I was in my house, alone. Mama is gone. Did someone break in and take her? It’s the only thing that explains why she isn’t here. Even though she’s not the best mother, she would be here, if only to bitch at me about needing money.

“The police need to find her before she’s hurt too.” My body begins to shake as tears blur my vision.

“The authorities are looking for her, Little Mouse. Not only her, but the person they suspect did this to you.”

My eyes turn toward him, locking on his. The creamy milk chocolate orbs are hold more answers than his mouth is giving.

Little Mouse.

He keeps calling me that.

They each call me something other than my name.

Little Mouse. Cookie. Sunshine.

Those three names spin through my already pounding head as memories flash through my mind like a VHS on fast forward. My lungs feel like they are caving in, and my throat is closing as everything comes back in a flood of horror and hurt.

Being on a stage, in fucking white underwear.

Of me tied down on a bed.

The pain of being penetrated, but the amazing feeling afterward when I had an orgasm.

Money.

Missing Mama, but her being there. Why do I miss her?

Excruciating pain.

It’s like scattered pieces of a puzzle suddenly fitting back together. I’m sinking under all the emotions, the pain, and the betrayal.

They didn’t want me. At least he didn’t. I was just a hole to fill. Liam’s words come rushing back to me.

That girl is nothing but a hole to fill. Nothing more. When this weekend is over, she’ll just be a blip on your radar. Another thing in your book you marked off. A virgin. She’s nothing but a high-priced prostitute.

To him I’m nothing. Just a whore. A penniless, worthless woman.

My only worth to him was what I had to give—what I no longer have.

My innocence.

I don’t get to dwell on it for long. Because another round of betrayal hits me as I remember that night, coming home.

Daddy!

Mama. She’s been in contact with him this whole time. She let him beat me, even getting a few kicks in of her own.

A piercing scream rings out, and I’m transported back to that moment of fear.

Not knowing if I’m going to live or die. Will the next hit he delivers be the one to end me?

Mama’s laughter and cheering him on, ripping the final fragile shreds holding my heart together.

It will never be able to be mended after this.

Frantic voices slip through the tiny crevices of my awareness, attempting to bring me back to the present.

The alarms on the machines wail in the background, as I can’t pull myself out of it. All I feel is pain, betrayal, and defeat. I’m nothing. No one cares for me, not even the woman who carried me in her womb for nine months, the one person who should love me above all else.

Hands grip my arms, speaking words I can’t make out.

Furied voices in the background, but the last few days play on repeat in my brain. The highs and lows of everything and I’m left with nothing and no one.

Then darkness hits and I slip away. But the bittersweet memories are still there, just muted.

My eyelids slowly lift. They feel heavy, making the movement challenging.

They’re here. All seated around me, heads down in their phones, except for Kyrian. His head is resting on the bed, eyes closed, holding my casted hand gently in his as soft snores escape his lips.

“What are you doing here?” comes from me in anger.

“For you, Little Mouse,” Liam answers. Once I wanted his praise. For him to tell me how good I was. I’d be lying if I said I still didn’t, but I know I’m nothing to him.

“No, you’re not. You made that clear,” I spit back, jerking my head to the side, ignoring the pain.

Kyrian pops up, his hair disheveled and a trail of drool hanging from his mouth. Another time, I’m sure it would be adorable, and I’d love it. But he’s part of their family and though he didn’t say the words I heard that day, he did nothing to contradict them.

“What are you talking about, Sunshine?” Kyrian asks, as he rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands.

“You don’t have to stay, you can go. There’s no need to be here out of pity.”

“I’m not understanding. Elena, what are you talking about? What pity?” Liam asks, and I glare at him.

“You know why. There’s no need to pretend. I heard you.”

All three of them look confused, casting their gazes between each other to me.

“You don’t have to be here because of what happened to me. It’s not your fault I have crappy parents. You’re free of any obligation. The weekend is over.”

Their eyes go wide at my words.

“Holy shit! Your memories are back?” he asks in a shocked whisper.

“I remember,” I tell them. “Everything.” I glare at Liam.

“Who did this to you? Tell us so we can make sure they pay. You’re never leaving me again.” Kyrian ignores me, just wanting to know where to swing his fists.

He could start with his own damn uncle.

“I think he has other ideas about that.” I nod my head in Liam’s direction. “It doesn’t matter who did this to me. I don’t matter to anyone.”

If I could roll over and curl into a ball I would. But that’s not possible; my body still hurts too much to move.

“What are you talking about, Little Mouse?” It kills me how he still has this undeniable power over me, making me want to be everything he wants. To submit to him.

“You know what you said. I heard you. I woke up, and no one was around. I was going to come find you and heard you. I’m nothing. Just a blip on the radar. A hole to fill. Isn’t that what you said, Liam?”

It’s then that realization dawns on all of them.

“Little Mouse, those may have been my words, but I meant none of them,” Liam begins as he slides his chair closer up to the side of my bed and takes my hand in his. I try to pull away, but he tightens his grip as he places the other hand on top of it.

I can’t look at him; it hurts too much. Instead, I look at the other two men. Each of them gazing back at me with pain-filled eyes. Killian places a hand on my foot, squeezing gently.

“A year ago, my sister and brother-in-law were killed. The man who did it was released from custody before we had a chance to react. I had to be there for my nephews, instead of seeking swift justice against the person who did it. The driver was drunk and should never have been behind the wheel. At the time, we didn’t know if it was an attack on our family or not. I’m not sure if you know who we are?”

“I’m sorry about your family, and I’m not an idiot. I may not have known who you were at first, but I’ve heard your name. I’d be a fool not to know who your family is. I just didn’t know you by face. But what does that have to do with me? I didn’t kill anyone.”

“No, but your father did. I saw your resemblance to him, and we bought you. We planned to use you to get to him,” Liam continues.

I can’t help the sarcastic laugh that comes from me, but I’m quickly rewarded with a surge of pain.

“You were wrong there. As you can see, he cares nothing for me.” Then, under my breath, I mumble, “Neither does Mama.”

“I know that now. It never had anything to do with you, but my need for revenge. I felt like you were lying but I also had this obsessive pull to you. Unlike anything I’ve felt before, I panicked. Elena, you brought out feelings that I thought I had buried, and I was scared to admit what I felt. I knew Kyrian was already enamored with you, and Killian was battling his feelings the same as me. I never meant the words I said, nor did I mean for you to hear them.”

I take in what he says. I only heard part of the conversation. It’s not like I know what else they said. They came, when no one else did, to be with me. They’ve treated me better than anyone else ever has. Sure they used my body for their pleasure but I enjoyed it. They… especially Liam, brings out something in me I didn’t know about myself—the need to be praised and used… to be a good little submissive as he calls it.

“So, what do you feel? All three of you?”

It’s not Liam who answers, but Killian.

“Love, Cookie. We all feel love. And anger. You being here in this hospital isn’t acceptable. Knowing that if we had expressed our feelings that night, if we had admitted not only to you, but ourselves, how we feel about you, then you wouldn’t be here. Instead, you’d be healthy, and in our bed, our home, with the three of us.”

“Three?” Over the course of the weekend, it was so comfortable being with each of them, together. It felt natural and I wanted it. But is that even a possibility? Can three men share one woman? Can one woman… can I keep three men happy?

“Yes. There’s no way any of us are letting you go again. You’re ours. We don’t care that we have to share you, just as long as we have you.”

My heart lightens with their words.

“You mean that. You wouldn’t make me choose between the three of you?”

“No,” they answer in unison.

I’ve wanted so long to be cared for like this. I’d be a fool not to try, to throw away a chance over a misunderstanding. I don’t care that they’re the deadliest family in the world. Plus, if I could love my mama through every hurtful word and action for years then surely I can move past one hurtful comment said by a scared man.

“Now we need to talk about what happened when you went home that night, Little Mouse. Who did this to you?”

I spend the next hour retelling the story of that dreadful night. Then when the police show up, I do it again. By the end, I’m a sobbing mess, wrapped in Liam’s arms as Killian and Kyrian head out to change clothes, promising to return tomorrow. It seems Liam won the bet of who gets to spend the night with me.

He called it an honor. Fuck, this man does things to me.