CHAPTER 2

I was thrown into another dark, small room filled with some other girls. I guess we share the same fate. I still couldn't fathom what Tommy just did. No wonder why he didn't touch his drink.

Is that why the security guard gave me that look when I entered? Were they all in on it. The door opened, and they threw 3 more girls inside.

This is not the time to cry, I've been through worse. Most of the girls were crying, but I was thinking about possible ways to escape. The door opened again, and a woman stepped inside with a basket in her hand.

She started throwing apples at us. Is she fucking serious? A woman? She's okay seeing her fellow women go through this? This is fucking inhumane.

“Are you fucking serious? We are not animals. How can you even call yourself a woman while seeing us go through this?” I spat angrily at her and her eyes narrowed at me.

“What the fuck did you just say?” She said while walking closer to me and slapping me on my face. The slap was so hard that I tasted metal.

She suddenly gripped my hair and I shrieked. “Don't hurt them or we won't get a good price.” A man spoke and she immediately loosen her grip.

“If you want to survive here, you better be mute.” And with that, she walked out. I scoffed in disbelief. How can someone be so heartless?

Is she even human? Why are they even doing this to us? Isn't this illegal? How is this happening in a country where the police exist?

Don't they realise the number of women that go missing? Why aren't they doing anything?

“How did you end up here?” A blonde haired girl asked a brunette girl.

She sniffed as she parted her mouth to speak. “I was at the club, I was on my way home, and the next thing I knew, I was being grabbed and tossed into a van, the next thing I knew I was here.” She said as she burst into tears.

Her story was sad but it wasn't as pathetic and embarrassing as mine. Fuck I'm such a fool. All this while, for 4 months, he just wanted to sell me?

Anger, fear and pain swirled up in my chest. The day of the auction finally arrived.

We were taken out of our cell and we were washed. They sent us to another room where they dressed us and applied makeup on our faces.

Everytime I would see a woman, I would just look at them in disbelief. They're okay with this? They're perfectly fine seeing a girl go through this?

Fuck, I wish I could just claw out their eyes one by one. Fucking bitches, and Tommy. Oh fuck. Wherever I see him I'm bashing his fucking head with whatever I have.

They dressed us in these over revealing lingerie, with a lace coat to cover nothing. “So this is how I end up? What if I end up with a gross old man.” The blonde girl said as she cried. The brunette girl patted her back to console her.

The scary man who made me strip entered the room and we all tried covering up. He only smirked as he scanned us.

“You fucking psychopaths, why would you do this to us? What did we do so wrong?” The blonde girl shouted.

“By being born a girl number 6.” He said, and just then he pulled out a gun and shot her in the chest. Everyone in the room gasped as we stared at her lifeless body.

The most annoying thing was that we weren't allowed to use our names, they called us by numbers instead, I was number 18. My heartbeat has never been faster.

The brunette girl kept on crying uncontrollably, ruining her makeup.

“Do you know how much that cost? You'll be auctioned in 5 minutes goddammit.” He pointed his gun at her and shot her in the head.

Everyone gasped again. Fear was written all over our faces. “Now that we got rid of the bad seeds, let the show begin.” He walked out after saying that.

Everyone was shaking with fear but we managed not to cry.

My eyes kept on drifting to the girls and each time I would look, I would retch. How could they be so cruel?

“Number 6, oh number 8.” They started calling us. My palms were sweaty as I stayed glued to my position. I guess I was lucky I wasn't shot by Joker last night.

“Number 18.” I heard my number and my heart skipped a beat before walking to what seemed like a stage.

The curtain opened and I immediately looked down. I felt so embarrassed and sick to my stomach. The men gasped as they saw me. I could feel their dirty, nasty looks on my body and it made me want to retch.

A blonde woman started introducing me like I was some product and it made me so angry.

“This one is special from the other's so she's more expensive because she hasn't been touched before, we're starting at 300,000.” Was that information necessary?

“500,000.” A man yelled. “I'm hearing 5, anyone else?”

“800,000.’” Another man yelled. I still fought the urge not to cry, I can't believe that this was my fate.

“1 million.” The crowd gasped, but I didn't care to look at who it was. “4 million.” Another man said.

“10 million.” 16 million.” There were only two voices.

“20 million.” “Woah.” The crowd chanted.

“50 million.” “Woahhh.” The crowd chanted very loudly. “Fuck.” The other guy cursed.

“50 million going once, going twice–sold.” This is fucking disgusting, human trafficking in this era? Fucking imbeciles.

Can't they just get a hooker or something? “You've been soon to Mr Terry Volkov.” The woman said as I raised my head. It was an old man, fuck. I know it's foolish but I was somehow praying that I would've ended up with a much younger man. Fuck.