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“Dress nice, baby,” he’d said this evening, as he’d set the garment bag on my bed. “Make papa proud.”
Proud of what?
He’s selling me out. Literally.
Actually, if I do see him out there – which would be sick because what father would want to witness such a thing? – I’ll scream at him for doing this to me. Let everyone know just how sick and twisted he is. Not that anyone would care. That’s why they’re here, after all.
My thoughts are interrupted as the bidding begins.
“Who’ll give me one hundred thousand dollars for this fine piece of female flesh,” the auctioneer calls. “You won’t regret it, I promise you.”
I try not to cringe. Thankfully, there’s silence.
Maybe no one will want me.
Maybe I’ll get to go home…
“Come along, folks. Take a look at those perky tits. A little more than a handful is perfect in my book.”
Without thinking, I wrap my arms around myself, covering my chest. The movement has me teetering on my ridiculous heels. There’s laughter. I can feel tears running into my eyes, as panic creeps further and further up my spine.
Fuckers!
“Would you look at that… our pretty virgin is shy. Sweet and innocent and just waiting for you to put your mark on her. Do we have any offers on fifty? I’ll look at fifty thousand dollars, gentlemen.”
A man’s voice booms from somewhere in the darkness, placing an offer for me. “Twenty thousand,” the man declares confidently. My heart clenches at the sound of his voice.
“Ah, thank you, sir,” the auctioneer responds. “But you’ll have to do better than that. Anyone can see that she’s worth a whole lot more. Any offers on twenty? Give me thirty, thirty thousand dollars for an ass that’s made for pleasure, folks. It’s a steal, I tell you… give me thirty…” His voice grows faster, the words spinning into each other as bids begin to come in.
Oh, God!
Please… please don’t…
I grind my teeth together to fight back the nerves. The lights are still glaring, and now I’m relieved that I can’t see into the audience. My heart races in horror as the price quickly rises, each bid feeling like another nail in my coffin. The price continues to rise and I’m no longer paying attention. All I can think about is how I’m going to rip off the balls of the sick bastard who ends up buying me. How I’m going to claw his eyes out if he dares to lay a hand on me.
And then it happens.
As the voices call around me, oblivious to the fact that I’m actually a human being up here, I lose my temper. My terror is replaced by cold rage at what is going on around me.
I set my jaw and raise my chin.
Fuck you!
Fuck you all!
I don’t say the words out loud, because I’m sure that I’ll regret it; that taser almost left me senseless. But that doesn’t stop me from letting my fury and outrage show in my bearing. I glare into the darkness, imagining focusing on one of the sick pigs out there.
Go on.
Do your best.
I fucking dare you!
I picture myself kicking someone in the groin. Gouging out his eyes. God, I’ve never felt such hate within me.
“One hundred thousand,” another man chimes in, making me shudder with disgust. I aim an outraged look in the direction of the voice.
“Two hundred,” yet another bidder joins in. The numbers continue to rise, and my stomach churns more violently with each call. My nostrils flare as I suck in great lungfuls of air that is scented with expensive cologne and the salt of my own nervous perspiration. My skin prickles with it; the hair at the back of my neck is damp and clinging to me.
