Lana's heart pounded as she stepped off the train, her breath visible in the cold night air. The incessant vibrations from her phone brought no comfort, only dread.
She had lost track of how many of those calls she's received, all from one person.
The drug dealer her father owed.
Lana had stop answering after the 3rd call as it only ended in threats, more threats and even more threats.
With a heavy heart, Lana headed home.
As she turned down the narrow, deserted alley, Lana's phone pinged with a notification.
It was a chat from the drug dealer and the threat this time was different.
Her blood ran cold as she read the message. "Welcome back from work, my dear Lana. You will be sleeping at a very special place tonight."
Lana quickened her pace, her mind racing with terrifying possibilities. Hot sweat bead form on her forehead, her palm became wet and sweaty.
Her limbs felt weak n crippled, her heart beating fast and she could feel a knot in her tommy.
She knew what this meant. She had known for a long time that her father's gambling addiction had landed him in trouble, but she never imagined it would lead to this.
Lana felt her knees wobble as she reached her apartment building. Every sense was heightened by fear as she fumbled with keys, which kept slipping from her grasp due to her sweaty and wet palms
She finally opened the door to her shabby apartment.
The room was in a big mess, ladies lingeries and clothes all over the floor.
She has left it this messy in the morning, while rushing to work.
She slammed the door shut and locked it behind her.
Carefully navigating and searching through the empty apartment, Lana cautiously moved toward the bathroom with a golf stick in hand, ready to defend herself.
But as she opened the door, nothing seemed amiss—no intruders, just an empty and clean room.
The kitchen, too, was deserted, though unwashed dishes lay abandoned on the counter, buzzing with flies. Sighing, Lana slumped against the kitchen entrance, frustration seeping into her bones.
A stench from her own body caught her attention, and Lana realized she needed to clean up.
Drenched in sweat, Lana made her way to the bathroom, her fear and exhaustion weighing her down.
As the water ran over her body, she tried to shake off the worries that clung to her like the steam that fogged up the mirror.
But as she stepped out, a sudden blow to the head sent her tumbling to the floor. That was the last thing she felt before she passed out.
Lana was roughly handled by masked men, who dragged her into a car and sped away.
The car drove at breakneck speed, the roar of the engine filling Lana's ears as she struggled to open her eyes.
After what seemed like hours, the car screeched to a halt outside a large mansion.
Masks and black uniforms marked her captors as they carried her into the dark depths of the building.
In the auction hall
A woman, bound and gagged, wearing only a black lace lingerie, was placed upon the auction stage. Two men held her limp form upright, her unconscious body on display for the crowd of eager buyers.The auctioneer, a well-dressed and charismatic man, stood at the podium with an earset microphone. His piercing black eyes surveyed the crowd as he prepared to commence the auction.
The auctioneer's cheerful voice rang out across the room as he announced, "Our next item is a gorgeous Russian woman, standing at five feet and seven inches, with an incredibly sexy figure." A smile spread across his face as he continued, "Let's begin the bidding at twenty thousand dollars."
The audience responded eagerly, and the auctioneer called out, "Thirty thousand! We have thirty thousand, anyone willing to top that?"
An old man with a bald head and a pot belly shouted, "Thirty thousand!"
"Thirty thousand it is!" the auctioneer exclaimed, beaming at the old man.
"Going once, going twice..." As the audience held their breath, a young and handsome man named Dylan, a successful businessman from a wealthy family, spoke up with a bold offer.
"A hundred thousand!" Dylan yelled, his confident voice cutting through the hush of the room.
"One hundred thousand going once, going twice, sold for one hundred thousand to the young gentleman with the deep pockets!" the auctioneer declared, clapping in approval.
With the sale complete, the young Russian woman was swiftly escorted from the stage. The crowd's attention immediately turned to the next item, a beautiful woman from Brazil.
The auctioneer wasted no time in continuing the bidding, his voice ringing out, "This exquisite Brazilian beauty stands at a statuesque 5'9" with stunning brown eyes.
The bidding starts at twenty thousand dollars!"The room filled with eager murmurs, the audience prepared to compete for the chance to purchase this woman.
"Fifty thousand!" a woman's voice shouted, instantly attracting the attention of the auctioneer. "We have fifty thousand from the lady in the purple dress. Anyone willing to top that?"As the woman in the purple dress stood, a smug smile playing on her lips.
A man in the back of the room called out"Sixty thousand!"The auctioneer's gaze flicked to the man, his voice ringing out, "Sixty thousand it is! Going once, going twice..."
The room fell silent, the anticipation palpable. "Sold for sixty thousand to the gentleman with the dark shades!"
As the auctioneer took to the stage, a hushed anticipation fell over the crowd. His voice rang out, dripping with anticipation as he announced, "For our final item today, we have a very special piece, one that will certainly be the most expensive item of the day, for some very good reasons."The audience craned their necks, and Lana was brought forward, adorned in a crimson lace underwear, held up by two men. The lust and hunger in the men's eyes was palpable their gaze fixed on Lana.