I awake to the sound of quiet crying, god my head hurts. I lay there for a few minutes until I build the energy to raise my head up slowly, I'm laying on cold concrete in what appears to be a giant cell. It's dark but there's just enough light to make out the outline of five other figures. I try to sit up and realize my leg has been shackled to the wall with chains. Where the hell am I, last thing I remember was a guy named Chad, I think we went to a motel. Then what happened? god why cant I remember. How did I get here?
Now that my eyes have adjusted to the dim lighting I can see that the other people around me are also shackled. Most of them look around my age, three girls and one guy. But the last one is a girl that appears to be around five or six years old. She's the one crying, two of the other women are holding her. One of them is whispering something to her but it doesn't apear to be English. Just what the hell is this place? Suddenly a bright light blinds us as the hall way outside of the cell is flooded in light, you can hear a door open clpse by and foot steps coming closer.
"Boss isn't going to be too happy we have such a low inventory this time." I hear a man's voice groan.
"Well what did he want us to do? He only gave us a week to come up with a supply. After the last auction I thought we were finally getting a break." I hear qnother reply, a tall man with red hair and a crooked nose emerges in front of the bars to the cage were in. Next to him is a short, stocky man who has a nasty scar across his face. Hes smoking a cigarette and blows the smoke into the face of the women closest to him. She tries to back away but he laughs and grabs her hair through the bars pulling her towards him. With a twisted smile he forces her mouth open andputs the cigarette out on her tongue. A sickening laughlaugh escapes him as he let's her go and she falls in a pile crying.
"Well hello there sleeping beauties, looks like you're all awake now just in time for the festivities, I see every one is just so full of energy I think it's time we get started." the red haired man says clasping his hands together and let's out an eerily happy sounding laugh. "Butch, I want them hosed down, dressed up, and ready to go an hour" he continues cheerfully talking to the man next to him. The guy who he called Butch nods his head and they leave back the way they came. As their steps fade away, and the sound of a door closing echo through the wall, the sense of dread fills the air.
I'm not sure how much time passes but after what feels like eternity the sound of the door and foot steps fill the air once more. This time a group of three men led by Butch apear in front of us holding rifles. They opwn our cell taking us one by to to have our hands tied and they cover our heads with bags. We exist out the door and they lead us down a seemingly endless series of twists and turns before we finally come to a stop. The bag is yanked off from my head and in front of me I see a line of disgusting showers. The shower heads and rusty and drip, while the tile looks to be covered in mild and fungus. We're each given a change of clothes that's look like inmate scrubs, and soap. They then tell us to stop down in front of them so we can be hosed down with a disinfectant before we shower. We're told if we refuse we will be forciblely stripped and hosed down anyways so it would be best to just shower without fighting it. Once we've all stripped they blast us with a mixture water and some chemical that smell horrible and burns my eyes.
After we have all showered and dressed our hands are bound together once more. The little girl starts to cry again and is greeted with a loud smack across the face and knocked to the ground by one of the armed men. "Shut the hell up, I'm tired of hearing you bitches cry. Keep it quiet or we might just decide to sell you off in pieces." he roars. We instantly all go completely silent.
We once again have our heads covered and are led to another location. We're instructed to stand perfectly still where we are or we will be beaten. I hear them grab one of the others and lead her away. The sound of a door slamming shut is all we hear followed by complete silence. Noone dares make a sound less they get beaten. After a long time we hear the door open once more and the next one of us is lead away, I believe it was the guy this time. Once again we wait what seems like an eternity for the sound of the doors to be opened once more. Only this time when they go to retrieve the person next to me I hear her beg for then to let her go. There is a moment of struggling and crying followed by the sound of a gun shot and the warm feeling of blood splattering across my barefeet. Her body hits the ground with a thud, followed by the sickening sound of a body being dragged away.
This time when I hear the door open my heart jumps into my throat, I'm next. I feel rough hands grab my arm roughly. They Drag me out the door and down what feels like a set of stairs. I'm brought into a room and told to stand very still. The bag is removed from my head but it's too dark to see where I am. I hear the sound of a metal door clamping shut and the sound of a lock turning. Suddenly I feel myself moving upwards. Am I in an elevator? With a bang followed by the blinding ray of light I find myself standing inside of a giant glass cage on a stage. In front of me are hundreds, if not a thousand masked figures. I hear the sound of a throat clearing and then the boom of a voice I recognize. Its Chad, and all the memories from that night come rushing back. I realize now he must have drugged my drink. I burn with angry and shame as I remember what it felt like that night, his hands on my body. I shake my head to clear my thoughts, no he drugged me and took advantageof me. To thank my first kiss was with a man so despicable. Hes standing five feet from me with microphone in hand. He has on a mask with the face of a rat, how fitting.
"Now ladies and gentlemen, this next specimen is a true beauty. I hand picked this little rose myself. I was surprised by her innocence, she has turned our to inexperienced with men. And after being inspected by our physician it has been proven she is indeed still a virgin," as these words leave his mouth I feel violated and disgusted. Some person inspected me to see if I was a virgin while I was passed out? The thought makes me sick.
" She would be the perfect candidate as an offering or a play thing for those who like to train their own pets. Weather its physical pleasure you seek, or for entertainment. She would be perfect for filling all of your needs." he declared happily as if I'm a product hes looking to sale, which I think bitterly is the very case. "Now shouls we start the bid at $500,000?" he continues. Everything next goes in a blur, I hear him continue to rattle of numbers until finally, " Sold for $1,500,000 American dollars to bidder 587!" $1,500,000? is that really all it took? Am I really sold of to some stranger for $1,500,000? Is this really my life now?
Im frozen with shock, after everything I've been through, is this really what my life has came to? I fall to my knees as the realization of my situation sets in. My cage is slowly lowered back down, As the trap door slams shut I'm encased in utter darkness.