Ours To Ruin

A profound stillness mantled the entire venue as the Donovan Brothers, gracefully accompanied by their fiancées, made an imposing entrance.

An air of reverence swept through the assemblage, exhorting everyone to step aside, allowing them the space and honor they deserved. It was, without a doubt, a consequential occasion, for the Donovan Brothers were esteemed guests at the yearly auction.

Here, amidst a sea of fetching faces, girls and women of all ages were being sold to individuals like them, in a tradition as timeless as the stars themselves.

Ezra Donovan was a malignant demon walking on Earth, while Roy Donovan faithfully stood by his side as his protective shield, with tumultuous power surpassing his brother's madness by a hundredfold.

Both the brothers were involved in a variety of illicit enterprises, including the ownership of multiple whore houses that provided women and girls to their strip clubs, cartels and criminal organizations.

Every year they attended the auction solely to recruit new girls for their cartels to ensure a constant influx of fresh faces into their syndicate.

The Donovan Brothers shared an unbreakable bond, disregarding moral appraisals, their primary driving force was to conquer and reign and if that wasn't possible, well then,

May the divine intervention save the world from their wrath.

Their guiding principle for all their business endeavors was to seek products for their customers and not customers for their products. And that's precisely what they were doing.

They ensured girls from their brothels reached their masters, for they were doyens of this product and customer interplay.

As they took their seats, the auction began, and the host introduced the girls, all aged between twenty and twenty-five.

The young women radiated optimism, and who could blame them? They believed that by being compliant and catering to their masters' desires, they could secure a life filled with opulence – diamonds, lavish getaways, high-end fashion, three meals a day, all in exchange for a single duty of providing pleasure.

When girls could attain all of this by simply unravelling their legs, why not seize the opportunity? Indeed, these were the kinds of girls willing to offer themselves up for auction.

With Rebecca and Amanda, their fiancées, by their sides, they were acquiring women for their casinos, cartels, and brothels. That is until an announcement signaled the commencement of bidding for girls aged between eighteen and twenty.

They had never been eager to purchase younger, less experienced girls. Educating them about everything would be an arduous task, and the process carried the risk of a violent confrontation, with no guarantee that the girls would survive and serve their customers. That's why, they always opted for experienced girls.

However, an exception soon arose.

A young girl with flawless alabaster skin, mesmerizing emerald-green eyes, and fiery red hair entered, she appeared no older than eighteen.

The Donovan brothers found themselves transfixed, unable to tear their gaze away. They couldn't help but observe the unconscious grace with which she exuded her fear.

"She seems quite vulnerable, perhaps it might just be an act to attract a good buyer," Roy remarked.

"We could be those good buyers," Ezra responded with a sly smirk.

However, what truly fascinated them were the scars on her chest, hands, and inner thighs, she was bearing unmistakable whip marks.

"So, she must have been quite defiant," Roy mused, his curiosity piqued.

She leaned on the stage, clad only in a black lace bra and a thong that left little to the imagination, particularly showcasing her ample cleavage.

It was indeed a bewitching sight.

Both the brothers were lost in their reflections until they heard the lewd catcalling from the audience. Their outrage sparked at the realization that so many men were eager to have her in their beds. Their fists balled tightly as they witnessed other gangsters lusting after her.

At that moment, the host disclosed,

"Presenting a seldom-found redhead, she's part of our fresh stock and is excellently trained and groomed to meet your requirements. Bidding for her starts at $1,000,000."

Without delay, as soon as those words left the host's mouth, the Donovan brothers sprang to their feet.

They paid no heed to the bidding process and charged onto the stage. A single powerful punch from one of them was all it took to send the host reeling, gazing at the stars.

The young redhead was still quivering with both fear and cold, her defenselessness perceivable.

Ezra removed his jacket and tenderly placed it around her shoulders, protectively snaking his arms around her petite frame.  Meanwhile, Roy resolutely declared that the auction had come to an end, asserting their ownership of the girl.

With his proclamation, a rash exodus began as the attendees scrambled to exit the hall, avoiding any potential encounter with the Donovan Brothers. Their reputation for ensuring that their victims met anything but an ordinary death had everyone on edge.

The brothers couldn't ignore the girl still hunched over in trepidation. They exchanged a glance before they helped her to stand up straight.

"What's your name?" Ezra inquired.

"Veronica," the girl replied using sign language.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, are you mute or something?" Roy growled, his impatience always making him the more harsh of the two.

Tears welled up in Veronica's eyes as she cowered away from him in response.

It was then, that one of the men who had been at the auction approached and informed them that her name was Veronica, and she was suffering from selective mutism.

"Do you speak her language?" Ezra groaned.

"Yes, sir," the man replied.

"Ask her why she's crying, as if I've already fucked her twice by now," Roy demanded without restraint.

Veronica hiccuped through her tears and answered using hand gestures when the man inquired about her,

"I want to go home, please take me back to my grandma and grandpa. My parents sold me to settle their debts when I was 16, and I've been here for the past 2 years. Please help me" Veronica knelt before the brothers beeseeching them with a voiceless plea for her freedom.

After reporting everything to their boss, the only response the man received from the brothers was a malevolent smirk. It was a smirk that sent shivers down the spines of those who witnessed it.

All he could do was offer a silent prayer, "God, save her soul from these monsters," as he feared the dire fate that awaited her in the hands of the Donovan Brothers.

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