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me

gistered were the thick metal bars that surrounded me by every corner. Although it seemed like a lon

hap

got here. The last thing I remembered was begging our boss in his o

" I heard someone say from the other side

's t

auc

ht pointed directly at me. I bit down the scream that was about

hadowed in the darkness, all I could hear were their whispers and chuckles. My hands were shaking uncont

s not be what

I was a commodity, an item to

peakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are down to the last flavor of the night. We've got a spe

yes were wide and a choked sob escaped my lips. I scramb

show, don't you think?" The auctioneer's voice dripped with a sic

00,

d the room looking for an escape but all I saw was

nt going higher by each bidder. The amoun

t like a physical burden torment

d out, a deep, commandi

h

lion d

t frustrated sighs. The auctioneer's with a

lurry with tears. I was sold...I

a man standing up from his seat before approaching the stage. He moved with grace, his aura exudi

n rushed to the cage which made me sc

n animal at a

pped in front of him like a sack of hay which resulted in him giving

elieve we have much

d

he entrance without waiting for an answer. A burly man

tarted walking in the same direction

with the number of cars that were lin

y. I turned to look at the guy that was still behind me. He pointed at t

illac Escala

uldn't help knowing one

ing I didn't leave a scratch. He wasn't here. I was now

ex

a maid would be bough

be sol

ace. I was so lost in thoughts that I was fo

e same guard appeared and

he m

the massive mansion before me. Inside was way

mall. I got to the office, the door was so dominating, I could only wonder

ked, then I silently counted to

tering and it was him...Mr Ca

ontaining thick volumes, and a large, commanding desk in the middle of the spa

pecting otherwise. He was relaxed behind

did he kno

w set in a solid line, yet his

it

of his desk. His voice was cool at the same time indifferent. I sat

parents in a cramped house in the poorer part of town. You're a barista in the day time and a stripper in night, and you're a skilled performer. Y

ted accusations, each one a blow worse than that of my parents. He was right to some extent, I d

?" I spoke, my voice trembling so much

as he reclined. "Let us just say I have got my ways. Don't

onto mine. I experienced ch