Selene's Point of View

My mind kept drifting back to the night, the night I made out with him. I've tried forgetting it, but it was no use; it was always ringing a bell in my mind. I couldn't forgive myself for turning filthy that night.

I'd escaped before he could wake up, and now, I was struggling with burying the thoughts. Despite how hard I tried to deny, that was undeniably the best memory I had.

It has been a few weeks now, and each day reminds me of him. His muscular jawline, his abs which glistened under the radiance of the sunlight. The way his nails traced my back, his warm breath tracing my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The way he'd whispered into my ears while thrusting me… everything felt heavenly. He'd pinned me against the wall, my grip tightening around his muscles. It all seemed… right.

“Pull yourself together, Selene,” I whispered to myself over and over again. But the words were empty and without strength.

I thudded my head backwards, a naughty smile tugging beside my lips.

“Recess is over, Selene. Get back to work,” Anabelle chirped in, her voice slicing through the labyrinth of my mind.

I exhaled sharply, my limb was too tired to move. All I could do was stare at her. Her hands were akimbo, her dark brow slightly tilted.

“You get exhausted easily, Selene, and you are gaining weight,” Anabelle noticed, her eyes scanning me.

Undeniably, I'd been noticing subtle changes in my body. Tiredness wasn't something to worry about, at least I assured myself about that.

Suddenly, I felt something rise in my chest, and I was quick to rush to the bathroom, my lips parted as I vomited the food I'd eaten in the morning. This wasn't the first time it happened, and I was beginning to get worried.

I'd gone to the hospital for a check-up and was told to return back today to get the results.

“Are you sure you are okay?” Megan asked, her tone laced with concern.

I hissed through my clenched teeth, my eyes narrowing.

“I have an appointment with the doctor today… maybe they'll diagnose my body and find out why my body has been acting up lately,” I replied.

She stared at me for a while before we returned to our duties. The day passed by in a haze, and I ended the day earlier than before.

The cold air outside bit my skin as I stepped out into the night, the moon gracing my skin. I took a taxi to the hospital, the scent of antiseptic assaulting my nostrils as I walked to the waiting room. The light flickered overhead, casting a weird shadow over the waiting room.

My fingers were crossed, the air thick with tension. I didn't want to think about it, but weirdly, I did. Fear crept into my spine, my heart pounding slightly.

My heels tapped on the polished marble floor in a definite rhythm, screaming my nervousness. A few minutes later, I was called into the room.

I sat across the room, my eyes fixed on the doctor. She had a calm demeanor wrapping around her, which made it impossible for me to read what was going on in her mind. Professional, yet terrifying.

“Congratulations, Mrs. Selene, you are pregnant!”

I froze.

My breathing hitched, and I felt the walls of the room closing in, almost suffocating me. The air was too thick to breathe in, the sounds in the background turning muffled. This has to be a prank. No way I was pregnant.

“What?” I asked, my voice dropping to an octave as I let out a shaky breath.

“You are pregnant,” she said again.

The world around me spun, my skin pale. She shot out her hand, handing me the envelope. My hand trembled as I took it, a cold smile spreading across my lips.

“T… Thank you,” I said, my words faltering.

Tears rolled down my eyes as I walked out of the hospital, her words echoing in my head. I'd feared this day would come. I knew the pregnancy was a result of the one-night stand I had with the stranger.

Why was fate cruel to me? I wasn't financially and mentally fit to be a mother.

My heels hit the tarred floors as I walked down the alley, the news weighing me down. I'd exhausted every foodstuff, and I had no dime on me.

I exhaled slowly, straightening my shoulders. I had no other choice than to take the shortest route home.

“I'll see the light at the end of the tunnel,” I mumbled to myself over and over again, the words empty.

Slowly, the light faded, the blaring of the car horn distant as I moved deeper into the heart of the dark streets. My nails dug into my palm, sweat beading down my forehead. I couldn't shake off the thoughts that I was being followed. I could feel it in my skin.

I increased my pace, the beating of my heart almost deafening. My lips parted, and I mumbled some prayers while marching forward, my grip tightening around my purse.

Suddenly, I felt a muscular hand grab me by my arm. Fear crept down my spine, my eyes widening in horror as I turned around to see who it was.

I tried to say a word, but my throat was tight—too tight. The last thing I could remember was his hand colliding with my forehead before everything turned… pitch black.

My eyes fluttered open, and a blinding light hit my eyes. I squinted, groaning as I felt a sharp pain in my temples. My mouth was dry, my skin pale, a shiver running down my spine.

I had no clue where I was or how I got there. I tried to sit up, but my limbs felt so weak. I gathered the little strength I had left in me and sat upright. My gaze fell on my chest, and my heart sank at what I saw; I was in a bikini.

My clothes were gone. A bikini was all I had on—tiny glittering pieces of cloth that clung to my body, revealing every inch of my flawless skin. My hand instinctively wrapped around my chest, my body trembling.

Different questions crept into my mind, leaving me temporarily disoriented. How the fuck did I get here?

This had to be a nightmare.

I pinched my skin and felt a sharp pain. That was when I knew that I wasn't in a trance—this was real.

Panic clawed at the edge of my chest, and I stood up immediately, desperate to get myself out of this miserable room. Just as I was about to dash out, I stumbled into something and staggered backward.

I squinted my eyes, my breathing hitched as I reached out to touch it. Glass. I was kept in thick, strong glass.

Sweat rolled down my forehead, tears trickling down my eyes as the realization hit me like a punch in my face; I was auctioned.

“Let me out of here!” I screamed, my voice filled with desperation, my fist banging at the walls of the glass.

I screamed till my lungs gave up, my eyes darting around the crowd. Above me was a transparent podium, and a man stood on it. His lips moved, and he made gestures with his fingers. I needed no one to tell me that the glass was soundproof.

I swallowed hard, my knee hitting the cold floor. I curled myself, praying and begging to disappear.

Everything made no sense to me, my entire existence was just some cruel joke.

First, I was rejected by the man I loved, pregnant for a guy I knew nothing about. Now, I was being auctioned?

What the hell did I do to get myself into this? Why was fate being so cruel to me?

Suddenly, the lights turned off.

I raised my head slowly, my gaze stretching to the other part of the room where the spotlight flickered on.

Then… I saw him.