"You look beautiful" I gasped seeing her walking down the stair and into the living room. "It's my first time." She blushed. "wearing a formal dress like this." She is wearing a black beneath the shoulder blouse the long gown dragged beneath her feet. The blouse was decorated with some miniature diamond shards, making the blouse looks like it is shimmering like the night sky of a billion stars. Her normally messy hair was tied into a small bun, pinned with a silver rod. "I actually wanted to wore it on my wedding though…" She look aside.
"Remember." I garb her hand, trying to be as serious as possible. "No matter what happen, I wanted you to stay calm alright?" "Actually, why…" She is still hesitating. "Please" I squeezed her hand tightly and pleaded. "You are the only girl I trust, I needed you." "Alright…" She look aside, couldn't stand my rape eyes, dang I am pretty great at this. "Here." I gave her an emerald necklace as I reminded her.
"Remember, whatever happens, don't panic, trust me, stay beside me…"
"Oh, the auction." Wung's son headed towards the safe in his dad's office after moving all his items into it. "I need to join on behalf my dad…" He entered the code, but then realise it is already open. "What?" He pulled open the metal door, and inside there is an empty envelop, where the two tickets were supposed to be. "Where is it?" He searched the entire safe, nothing, someone must've took it. "Security! Security!!" He rushed out of the office and called, but the moment he place his hand onto the door knob, he was brought back again moments ago.
"What, what the…" He walked towards the door again, the exact same thing happened. "No." He was looped. "No! No! No!" Again. "No! Stop! This is not happening!" Again. "Please stop!" And again. The old Big Ben miniature clock in the room ticks softly as the desperate young man screamed, the time on it remains the same, and will always be.
"Welcome! Ladies and gentlemen! To tonight's auction!" The spot light focused on the master of the ceremony, signalling the beginning of the auction as the crowd beneath them clapped. All of them are wearing the exact same smiley mask to hide their identity and reveal their hideous side freely, like running naked in the street, as long as no one knows who you are, you can continue your immoral act, again and again.
"Today! We will start off with our first item!" He lifted a small wooden mallet in his hand knocked it on a circular wooden slab. "0705! An eighteen-year-old, genetically modified little puppy!" The light focused on the gigantic treadmill in the middle of the auction room as a cage was being pushed through the curtains. Inside the cage was a chained-up boy, wearing a black skin tight lingerie, a gag toy was stuffed into his mouth, her leg forcefully split open, revealing his private parts towards the crowd as they all gasped. Astonished, by this quality. The boy closed his eyes, holding his tears back, letting her dignity being trampled on these men and women.
"The starting price! One million credit!" One million, pathetic, a life only costs a million in their eyes. "Ten million!" One of the seated clients stood up, raising his sign high. "Ten and one!" "Ten and two!" Twenty!!" The number goes on and on. Until in the end, only two of these monsters remains, fighting against each other. "Fifty million!" One of them is a fat, bald old man. This man got his eyes pinned on the shota; he wipes his droll as he continue to stare at the boy. Through the eyes of the mask, I could see the perverted stare of his.
"One, billion." Another didn't back up either as she raised her sign and declared. I could hear a gasp from the crowd, that is a lot of money. But yet, enough for a soul? "Wait for me little boy~ I will satisfy your every needs~" The old lady waved her hands at the boy; the boy replies with a whimper. Not because of her hideously disgusting voice or wrinkled skin. It is the other few boys kneeling beside her, blindfolded, naked as they act like a dog.
"Damn it!" The old man snapped his sign into half in anger. "Alright you win! You win!" He growled in anger, stomping his feet. "Kee hehehe!" The woman laughed in satisfaction; her eyes locked onto the boy while the master of the ceremony counted. Every count is like a ticking sound of a death watch, if he is being sold to this crazy hag, he would be dead for sure.
"One!"
No
"Two!"
Please
"Three!"
Not her!!
"And sol-"
"One billion, and one credit." At the final moment, someone raised his sign, the entire crowd fell silent as a man stood up. "Sir, you need to raise at least ten thousand or more credi-" "One billion, one credit, and one cent." The man spoke, the crowd giggled. "You brat!" The old woman baffled in anger, seeing the meat in her mouth escaping right beneath her eyes. "Don't you dare toy me like that! Do you know who I am! I am one of the richest human on earth! I could buy your company like recycling a stash of newspaper!"
"Oh, is it?" The man turned his head towards the old woman and asked, tilting his head slightly. "Then you know who I am?" "Just some normal motherfucker. You will never be as rich as me! Whoever you are, keep your hands off him. He is mine." The old lady scoffed, money is king, money is everything. But in front of death, money means nothing.
"Yes, I am just a normal motherfucker." I took down the mask off my face. "And you are going to die, under a normal motherfucker's hand." A katana started to form in my hand as I let out a sadistic smug.