Read Savage Chains: Captured (#1) for Free Online

women had adopted submissive attitudes, which pissed her off. If they all fought their captors together, maybe they’d have a chance of escape.
    The line moved intermittently, and the several male servants in charge spoke quietly into headphones, prodding the women as needed. No one talked. No one dared. The men carried Tasers with them.
    At the same time a number of shirtless men, real bodybuilder types, who wore black leather pants and carried whips, lined the walls. She didn’t need to be a genius to understand the threat. Even so, she kept looking for a means of escape.
    If only she could find a doorway, anything she could slip through, no matter where it led; she’d take the chance. Every instinct screamed that this would be her only opportunity to escape.
    Hope dimmed, however, when the line reached what looked like the backstage area of some kind of theater. She hadn’t seen a single door or hallway—nothing that could have taken her away from this.
    But what were they doing in a theater? Would each of them be required to perform in some kind of strip show?
    She glanced down at her breasts, beaded in the cold cave air, and she would have laughed if her situation hadn’t been so horrific. If she was supposed to strip, what would that involve? Taking off the scarf?
    As she moved by the wings of the stage, past several rows of curtains and backdrops, she saw the first of the women walking down a runway of some kind followed by applause.
    Definitely a show of some kind.
    But the next words froze her heart. “We’ll begin the bidding on this fine Chinese ware at ten thousand dollars. Do I hear ten thousand? Yes, the gentleman on my left. Do I hear eleven? To the gentlemen in the green blazer. Very nice. Twelve?”
    When she’d first realized that she was being held a prisoner, she’d had many thoughts about what was happening to her. But not one of them had involved being called “ware” by an auctioneer, or hearing an audience applauding each bid.
    #
    Reyes sat at a small glass table, one knee crossed over the other. A server hovered nearby just for him. On the other side of the stage, Engles sat directly opposite and had already raised his glass, making it clear to Reyes yet again that he expected no competition for his bid.
    But Engles was safe from him. He’d long since made his decision and would stick with his plan, despite the fact that his nerves had grown ragged with waiting. He dreaded seeing Angelica walk down the runway.
    The bids had already started and he feigned his interest in each woman, knowing that as the newest Starlin member he would be watched for a long time. Even sex slavery had a probationary period.
    Many would be curious about him. Others, like Engles, would want to know how his loyalties fell. He had an organization to protect so no doubt everyone, including Reyes, would require continual surveillance and monitoring.
    How did Reyes know? Because he would have done the same thing, left nothing to chance. Engles struck him as the same type of man, in complete control.
    Reyes finished his whiskey, then ordered another, just to keep the edge off. The parade of captive women disgusted him. They were frightened by what was happening to them, and more than one had stumbled in her stilettos on the way down the polished wood runway.
    He just had to get through the night, win his bid for one of the groups of five, then get the hell home.
    But when the gavel came down to indicate that number nineteen had just been sold for one-million-five, his stomach twisted into a knot. The new owner lifted her off the stage and carried her to a dark corner. A muffled scream followed.
    Reyes struggled to suppress his rage, reminding himself for the hundredth time to take the long view, that one day this organization would be toast.
    Then Angelica appeared at the top of the runway and he fell to a place of intense stillness. Time flowed to a stop as he stared at her. He forgot for a moment where he was. He saw