Trapped in Paradise (SweetieCrèmePie x ProtagonistRP)

Antonio slowly made his way through the lavish hall of the historic building. The walls were adorned with beautiful red and gold wallpaper, and there were beautiful crystal chandeliers hanging down from the ceiling. The building was one of the oldest in the city, with lots of history. It was once used as a slave market back in ancient times. What a devious coincidence that it would today be used for such evil intentions as well.

Antonio was wearing a fine, Italian, tailored grey suit as he finally entered the auction. The little pets were all confined to their own personal cages. Right now was the display session, where all the cages were out in the open for potential buyers to view. The girls were kept in cages for their safety, but the men could get up close and see what they were potentially bidding on. This was Antonio's favorite part of the auction. Seeing the little scared girls being inspected.

Slowly he made his way down the hall peering into each cage, waiting for something to spark his interest. He was a picky man with very particular taste. He only looked for the best of the best. In particular, he enjoyed girls who came from a certain lifestyle. Girls who had been pampered their entire lives. He'd had many pets over the years, but none had truly worked out though. This was why he was back for a new toy.

Sofia didn't give much for the subtle ironies of her prison's history. The decadently engraved marble floors were hard and cold beneath her knees, the cascading lights of the chandeliers illuminating her exposed flesh in bare, humiliating detail. The 'elegance' and 'grandeur' were fucking irrelevant to that. The girl sat on her knees, arms stretched torturously back and bound to her ankles with red cord, forcing her chest forward, offering her large, buoyant tits, the voluptuous flesh exaggerated and lifted by the ropes crisscrossing her lithe body, squeezing tight beneath her chest. The little cherry nubs of her nipples were pinned between a braid of two cords, surrounded by triangles of pale flesh where a bra had hugged her sunkissed skin. On her dainty little frame they seemed all the larger, peeking out from behind her tumbling golden hair, which fell in tangled curls clinging together with salt, from the sea and from the tears rolling down her face.

She'd woken in this pose, bent backwards into submission. There was a fat rubber ball shoved deep into her mouth, forcing her glossy lips wide apart and muffling her panicked whimpers, drool welling up around the bulbous thing, dribbling down her chest as Sofia began to cry. Men came, men in elegant suits of fine black cloth, and women in long flowing dresses; Clothes she might've worn once, before last night, before waking up bound and gagged and stripped of her clothes for men to gawk at. More than one of them had touched her, reaching through the bars to grope her breasts or comb a finger through her hair. Sofia shuddered, disgusted and afraid, seeing the merciless look in the eyes of each one - always the same look, raking over her as if the girls was a pedigree pet.

Her wrists were red and cracked where the rough ropes ground against them, too tight. Sofia didn't bother to struggle against them anymore. Not only for the pain, but for fear of falling, being unable to get up - and the return of the man who'd seen to her when that first happened, when she first woke up and panicked. The rough hands grabbed her by the hair, yanking viciously to pull her onto her knees, the crackle of the taser in the small of her back, the explosion of pain down every nerve in her body and the smell of burnt flesh. Her skin was marred there with great boiling welts, and some of the crueler men who came to look shook their heads at the sight. Others... others seemed to enjoy pressing their fingers against the burn, watching the shudder of pain roll through her body, the choked gasp of pain from behind the gag.

Antonio could see the crowd that had formed around the beautiful Sofia. His interest had been piqued and chose to see what all the fuss was about. But when he arrived at her cage he almost instantly recognized her. Sofia had been the daughter of one of the most influential business men in the world. Her father was wealthy, though not nearly as wealthy as Antonio. But the girl had clearly been raised in the lap of luxury. She was exactly what he was looking for. He needed a girl like her. Someone who understood what it meant to live the kind of lifestyle he had, while also someone that he could break and humiliate. To show her that she was lower than him.

Slowly he approached her, seeing the fear and confusion in her eyes. He pushed his way passed many of the other patrons before he stood beside her cage. He saw the welts on her previously flawless skin and he shook his head. She'd heal, surely. But he only hoped that they wouldn't leave too gnarly of a scar on her porcelain flesh. Reaching into the cage he ran his fingers through her soft hair before gripping it and yanking her head back. Forcing her to look up at him. The man was unlike the others. While they were all rich, many of them were less than appealing. But Antonio was a gorgeous specimen. Tall and handsome, with a fit body that looked good in his expensive, tailored suits. He had an exotic look to him. And as she looked up into his eyes she'd see a different look. Not merciless, but a gaze that could pierce anyone deep in their soul. A gaze of possessiveness. He started at her for a few moments before smiling down at her. "Mine." Was all he'd mouth down at her before he stepped away.

Antonio had made up his mind. He knew that this was who he'd come for. So he made his way into the bidding room, and took a seat in one of the large, comfortable chairs, waiting for the auction to begin. It would not be long, he knew that. The timer at the front of the room was counting down, and in merely a few minutes the real fun would begin.