Falling

Moving

I wake up groggily with a pounding headache, disorientated momentarily before the events of my night come rushing back. I sit up, adjusting the best I can with bound hands and feet in the back of a moving vehicle. Looking around I see that I am in a van or bus of some sort now, with benches lining the walls, 4 other girls are slowly waking up, their hands bound and attached to the caging behind them and feet together of the floor just as mine were.

"Where are we going?!" One woman panics, "Please I have a family who needs me!!" She looks about 30, I am definitely one of the youngest here, she had beautiful red hair to about her mid back, maybe 6 inches shorter than mine and stunning blue eyes, her tear soaked face is tan and she is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. She begins struggling, trying to break her bonds and we all look away, not able to help until one of the guards sitting among us snaps.

"Shut up!!" He yells, moving to stand in front of her. We all look away knowing the slumped shoulders and look of defeat that would follow but this feisty woman does just the opposite, before we can blink she has spit on the guards shoes, shouting profanities at him. He smacks her across the face and orders the driver to pull over, they fiery woman is pulled out of the van and the doors slammed shut before anyone can see where we are. After a few moments a shot rings out and seconds later the guard gets back in, closing the door and leveling us all with a glare "Anyone else have something to say" he asks flatly, a few shake their head but most of us do not react at all. "Good."

After what seems like hours we begin to slow, stopping and going, turning more corners and even seeing a tiny bit of light filter through the cage separating us from the front of the vehicle, we had reached a city. We soon come to a full stop and the doors open, more masked men help us out into the dark night, keeping our hands bound behind us but freeing our feet. We are ushered into the back of what appears to be an old warehouse and crowded into a small room, the door is closed behind us and we hear the van depart, leaving us to whatever fate.

After some time the door on the other side of the room (not the one leading outside) opens and we all look up to see a smiling young man, probably about 25. "Hello ladies, I'm Gustavo, I'm going to be your stylist and I'm sorry you're here under these circumstances but please know that if you try to run we are monitored by armed guards at all times. Now! How about dresses!"

In about an hour Gustavo had us all in tight corset dresses and our dirty hair had been washed and done and we each had just a touch of makeup on. Gustavo himself was super nice but chatty and none of us wanted to talk much, he was gay and had been captured the same as us a few months back, when he told them he was gay they almost killed them because they couldn't find a buyer but he convinced them he could make the bidding higher making us look pretty, so here he is.

We are all lined up by age, oldest to youngest, making me last. As the oldest lady walks on stage the guy at the stand reads out her name, age, and some random fact about her, the bidding starts and ends quickly at 30,000 dollars. This goes on and on, the highest bid being for 70,000 dollars until it is my turn.

"Now this ladies and gentlemen is our last young lady for tonight. Young Mia is only 17 years old and she is a virgin, though the diaries that come with her would suggest otherwise." Says the man, winking at the audience. The room is suddenly very quiet until the bidding erupts.

"10,000 dollars" Shouts one voice.

"30,000 dollars" Comes another.

50,000. 70,000. 100,000.

"Five hundred, thousand dollars." 

The next chapter will be where it starts to heat up a little bit, please tell me what you guys think, I love comments, tell me what I'm doing right, what you want to see in the story, any thing you don't like!

-Kitty :*