Chapter 31: My Goth Girlfriend Always Handles Demons
What the fuck I do now? I just buy a slave for two thousand gold, which is a SHIT TON of money! I couldn’t even pull that out of a duke’s vault, not even if one of my balls was made of diamonds!
Even worse, that damn golden-masked auctioneer is looking at me with such a wide smile that I don’t even know what the hell is going through my stupid head! Please, someone, anyone, put more money on the table than me, please!
Not a single person in the bleachers or at the surrounding tables raises a paddle to increase the bid. Quite the opposite, they seem too hesitant to pay so much for a single slave.
"Going once, going twice!"
The auctioneer’s own euphoria grows, and my heart just sinks into anguish. The lady with the red veil isn’t going to pay more? What about the guy with gills and rings? Nobody? Please, take this cup from me! I’m going to die by a devil’s hand!
"Going three times! Sold to the fine young man with the black mask!"
Shit!
Ravenna’s expression must be horrifying under that mask. I don’t want to imagine the kind of look I’m getting through it, much less what death threats she just made in the time it took for the count to begin and end.
All I know is that, with my brilliant mind and two functioning brain cells, I bought a rebellious slave with money I don’t have!
A pull yanks me back into the chair with full force. The pressure the witch beside me puts on my wrist makes me want to cry.
What have I done? What have I done? Why did I react that way? I didn’t mean to bid, and yet it happened!
Ravenna takes a deep breath and rubs her fingers against my skin, about to rip it off with her nails. I’m sorry, my beautiful witch! It wasn’t on purpose!