There is a big distinction between being a socially awkward ambivert being and being surrounded by deranged people. Therefore, I conclude that I do not belong to nor will I ever pertain to this environment, furthermore, their level of lawlessness is apprehensive beyond measure.

The more I stay and listen to some conversation, it feels they are on a different kind of dimension.

They talk about certain things that are considered taboo and act like its normal. They flirt with others even if their spouses are there and they have no regard for any ethical values. They may seem decent and polished with riches galore but nothing can hide my disgust and distrust at all the people I've met tonight. All of them. I have been trying to hide my nerve with a placid face and behavior but if I stay much longer than needed I might explode into a volcano of its lava.

One thing I know for certain is they are filthy loaded enough to buy justice and have no respect for any human life. I have pleaded at Thráin to just bring me back to the quarters but he strictly told me to just enjoy and behave. He even leaves me alone for a few minutes to tend to myself like A lamb amid wolves.

The first thing that I did is to hide a knife in my pocket and I am clutching it from time to time for security reasons. I don't entertain strangers and any of their advancement. I just brush it off with a fork scraping on the plate, enough for them to understand what I meant and I mean doing so before the end of this event or pretending to listen but don't give them any chance to converse with me to which Thráin finds amusing at all.

Thankfully, no one stays to bother me for the time being as I can see that there are plenty of beautiful women and men around. Just looking at their High Definition of pimple-free, oil-free, no fucking pores, and no blemish faces give me a huge amount of personal insecurity. What do they ever use on their faces? What is their skin regimen? Their skins are glowing and well maintained, probably they have a good dermatologist that I can never afford in this lifetime or quite possibly they own a derma clinic. They don't seem to have any scars either, not like me who have stories to tell like the one I have with the bear trap whose punctures are tangible and other ones I have in my body.

They're certainly not held captive unlike me and that sends me a load of mixed sentiments I can't obscure within. I try to bat my lashes to prevent them but a stray tear chops down on my cheek. I am trying hard to stabilize my emotions by eating as many foods that I haven't tried and it fid does a great job but with the food lifestyle, I have had for months, I can't digest as much as I wish to. Damn!

thrain would just laugh at my antics and consider them silly like a child who is frustrated and doesn't know how to properly handle impending tantrums but I should know the sparkle in his eyes looking at me. so here I am on the furthest part of the hall trying to blend in with some curtains so I can try to find an exit out of here because I am uncomfortable with anybody as Thráin had left me to have a conversation with some corrupt officials.

I forgot to ask which room we have but certainly, the staffs know his quarters so I timidly ask for one but he refuses to answer me, I went for three more but they were all afraid to help me when I mention my captor's name. After deciding to venture just on my own, a lady staff but not in a service uniform approached me and gently guide me to the host for any inquiries I have which I doubted for a few seconds before deciding to just go.

We didn't navigate too far but as we enter a certain function venue where everything is aesthetically dark and whimsical themed with weird art pieces and freakish paintings with a grand piano at the side that stood out.

"I think you got me to the wrong function", I mumble but the lady had closed the doors, and it's locked from the outside. I exhale some negative vibrations I have and my frustration at trying to twist the knob but to no avail.

" mother.father.sister.brother" I vent out.

A footstep was heard nearby and a man in a suit with a gold bull mask whose entire face is covered came out.

"I am notified that you were asking for assistance that is why you're here", he said. His voice is not sexy nor scary at all but rather pensive and calming like the voice you'll hear for a meditation. He's tall almost 6'8", thicc not like my captor who is lean and toned.

"I am but maybe I should just go back? Someone might find me missing by now", I argue.

I can hear a small laugh from him, finding something amusing in my words, " on contrary, that someone is already here". He added and then Thráin came out of nowhere like there's a secret door I can't locate. Something is different rather in his demeanor when he came out like he just lost a game or left a heated argument in the middle and I don't like it. It always ends badly on my part, on a sexual part that is nevertheless, he has a facade I can't decipher in just a second.

He came directly at me and whispered that 'what the fuck am I doing trying to ask for help?' And I know I'm screwed. I wanted to tell him that I am uncomfortable but the man on the mask seem to find our interaction, fascinating.

" Why don't we let this lovely lady entertain us, " He butts in but Thráin puts his arm on my shoulder in a defensive manner, "I don't wish her to be involved," he said with a stern voice.

A maniacal laugh commence,

"she is already involved when the word came out you had her roughly a year", he takes a drink from a nearby table and sits down.

" What sort of entertainment you ask of her?", he loosens the grip he had on my shoulder in a somewhat defeated gesture. This is the first time I have witnessed him somewhere helpless. He had always had this certain powerful aura making anyone cower in him. He must know this is something he can't win.

" when you have everything, my dear. There are just some things that you discover delightful." He is talking to me as he walks in front of me and drags me to the grand piano, only to push me to sit down and then open the lid for me.

" honestly, I believe she knows a Mozart?", the masked man turned to Thráin.

" she goes beyond basic but nothing that far", the answers. Another laugh burst out and he went away from me to sit on his rightful chair," I am deeply offended at her knowledge of this music, certainly there were other ways you have trained her well?".

He just nod and took his seat right next to the man with a poker face.

" Why don't you play for us something you know. If you can mesmerize me then I might send you off early to retire at your quarters. I can sense your uncomfortable in this setting while we settle some issues with ". He offers a deal I can't refuse if true to his word. But can I trust him? Someone who could be worse than the demon who held me?

My heart began to thump louder, for more than a few minutes I was just like a spectator now I'm gonna be a spectacle.

Banging. Whacking. Pumping blood into my veins.

What do I do? It's as if everything I've learned faded into the opaque.

My hands feel mushy, too scared that I no longer remember the notes and all the lessons I have. What do I play? What can I sing about? Will they like Taylor Swift or Ed Sheeran? My Gosh! They're too sophisticated for that!

I looked into his eyes and try to search for confirmation and assurance that maybe everything will be fine tonight but there is nothing as if I don't exist and I don't need to bother him.

I press my left foot to the pedal and hit a C sharp then everything became ballistic, chaotic, and everything a music teacher would dread to hear. The masked man chuckled and chuckled loudly with such destain in his voice. Thráin's attention is passively hitting me with blank arrows that I need to stop this nonsense.

For the finale, my finger mashed to moderately slow at F#m7, D5, A, and E.

I did try to practice this since it was a movie a patient loved watching at the clinic.

I know the lyrics and they fit perfectly in my situation so I might as well grace them with my voice. If branch the troll could hear me, he would be proud of me?

Mm

Mm, mm

I know your favorite song

I hear it every day

Whoever made your smile

Made it get in my way

And every time you laugh

You make that little sound

It's just the hardest thing

To love you but not know-how

So I spend all my nights in the dark and am afraid

'Cause I've tried to forget you but these things just don't go away

I hate that you're perfect, perfect for me

If I didn't know better, then I would believe

We were made for each other, but I'd know the truth

You're no good for me, I'm no good for you

And I hate that you're perfect

You're perfect for me

I hate that you're perfect

You're perfect for me

What good are words when they always just get in our way

And it hurts the most just to know that you don't feel the same, the same

So sometimes I get down on my knees and I pray things will change

But life is what happens when things don't work out our way, our way

So I spend all my nights in the dark and afraid, mm

'Cause I've tried to forget you but these things just don't go away, away

I hate that you're perfect, perfect for me

If I didn't know better, then I would believe

We were made for each other, but I'd know the truth

You're no good for me, I'm no good for you

And I hate that you're perfect

You're perfect for me (yeah, yeah, hey)

I hate that you're perfect

You're perfect for me

I didn't know that time stood still and that the two of them were silent with only the clock striking. were they too shocked that I made it through the song?

Then I heard Bravo, Bravo being praised at me. The man shakes the hand of Thráin in congratulations on my supposed victory, I guess? Then asked for my hand for a kiss to which I reluctantly give and he smooches it with such passion that I cringe before he let go. It's one thing with my captor and it's different with someone I don't know.

" may I have the honor to escort you to your quarters?" He politely implores," I will deliver her safely then I will come back to finish our settlements Thráin."

His left hand is on my waist as he hoists me to follow. I wanted to reach for Thráin but he brushed off my hand like a hot bun and turned away and I felt abandoned, dejected, and alone. I focus on my steps while blinking my lashes to prevent from sobbing.

He stops at a room where the windows are clear and everything can be seen from the inside to my surprise I took a step back. People were indulging in a massive orgy with almost 30 participants with only a golden masks on. If you've seen the movie Perfume, a story of a murderer this would bring them to shame.

"I guess you don't find this amusing at all with that jaw of yours that might drop any moment now", he broke me from the trance that I had and drag me further away but the scene might go in a replay later in my mind.

He stops again this time at a function hall where it's gloomy and only 30 people ate attending. It's an auction as I observe but what they are bidding is something horrific beyond measure.

Men and women in sheer clothes in blindfolds. I couldn't move, breathe and bear the sight of this human auction. Atrocity, inhumane crime!

I reach for the knife I have in my pocket to murder someone, anyone I could just hit with. how could they do this? They are not humans, they are monsters!

I try to hit the masked man as he did not see it coming from me but someone was behind me and twisted the life out of my wrist sending a quiver of pain and then punching me in the gut, enough to send me knocking down on the floor.

Of course, there's always a bodyguard. How could I neglect that? The guard took the knife away as he bowed to the masked man. As I cry my pain out and accidentally pissed on myself. He came closer as I try to crawl away in pain from him. But he had my leg pinned down then his hand moved from my right leg going up to my crotch. I try to shake his advantage but that punch had me down.

" don't. Don't touch me, you sick fuck!".I shrieked. Tears fall from my eyes. Have I escaped another just to be thrown back worse than before? No one bothers us as they continue with the auction as if nothing happened.

He landed on my crotch and laugh at how I pissed myself but the fucker even put his fingers on his nose to sniff then and bloody savored my piss as he lifted the mask just enough for me to see what he is doing.

Yuck! Gross.

But that is the least of my worries because I did not see a prick coming and in a few seconds I begin to fade from reality to dream as I feel myself being lifted and transported.

" sold to !" A voice boomed at the speakers.

All the papers are ready and it's time to go home with the prize.