entry fee,” I say trying to sound tougher than I feel inside. I want to be confident.
The man looks at the money and counts it. “Well everything seems to be in order,” the weasel of a man says.
“Josh, get Sasha here assigned to a room,” he asks a man standing nearby. I stand looking around at the large building. There are men placed all over with large guns. I count eight. Guns a blazing was a bad idea. I just hope they gave me enough money to buy the girls.
“Bidding will begin in fifteen minutes, you may be shown to your room now,” he says.
I am escorted with one of my men down a long corridor my heals click on the concrete floor and make an echoing sound. I can’t help but be reminded of when I was brought into the station and questioned.
I sat in a small room with a detective Smith. At first I could not speak, I could not believe it had happened. My mother was murdered and I knew who did it but I could not tell him what he wanted to know, I was afraid. In the end it didn’t matter they already knew, it was Jim Morgan, a known felon and my mother’s boyfriend. They had been fighting about me, my mother saw the bruises when I was changing, and Jim had a swift hand and even harder grip.
I shake my memories from my head as we are placed in a small room with two chairs and a glass mirror. Next to the chair is a red button to place bids. Chance explained how the system worked. The women are brought up on stage and either sold in groups on individuals.
I studied Jenny, Veronica and Melody’s photos, I knew more about these girls, which made me want to save them even more. Jenny is a slip of a girl very petite and look like a small child not a fifteen year old. Veronica and Melody are twins both with blue eyes and with dark skin; it was likely all three girls would be sold for a high price given their unique features.
Suddenly the platform is bathed in light and I hear an announcer over the speakers, “Welcome friends, we have some lovely items to show you this evening. You have all been informed of the rules payment is due upon delivery. All of our merchandise has passed inspection, no diseases, medical conditions, or addictions. We of course guarantee our virgins are virgins,” The announcer pauses for a moment.
I feel sick to my stomach, girls are subjected to this, and the first girl looks like she is only twelve, if that. I want to bid on her to save her but her price reaches a hundred thousand quickly. I have to focus on whom I can save but I cannot help but imagine what each girl is like. Did they have a mother as I once did?
After twelve girls go through the line up next I see them. “Now we have a very unique special tonight, a matching set, these girls are only sixteen and pure. They are sisters, note the blue eyes,” the announcer continues listing their qualities as if they were a fine piece of steak.
I watch as they stumble and squint at the light. They are dressed in matching white dresses and look sleepy as I they stagger on the stage. “Let’s start the bidding at fifty,” The auctioneer starts to rattle off the bids and the price settles on a hundred and twenty thousand dollars. I smile knowing we have saved them from a life of rape.
“Next up is our final girl for tonight’s bidding, she is a special diamond in the rough,” he calls out.
The girl shown next is not Jenny it is another girl. I feel nervous as I watch the final bidding end and the lights turn out. There is a knock at my door and I am escorted over to the payment desk. I pull out my money as the girls are “delivered” to me. I inspect them and motion for John my muscle to take them outside to the town car Chance is waiting in the parking lot. “Thank you,” I say nodding my head.
I walk to the car and slide in knowing that gang will handle my ride.
“Where’s Jenny?” Chance asks the girls as they sleepily lean against the car door. “She’s with Snake,” Veronica