I awake as a broken doll in a box. I was really in a box. The walls seal me in tight with only one hole for air. I don't care anymore. I've given up. I hear cries and screams all around me. I just sigh and wait for what's coming next. A believe I'm in a van with others because we come to an abrupt stop. I look out the hole and see others, but their not in a box like me. I saw teens and children. I have a bad feeling about what's going to happen next. The vans backdoors open to two men. Everyone began to follow the one man while the other man picked up the box I am in. One teen saw it as a chance and began to run, only to get a bullet to the head. Everyone screamed in terror as the boy fell to the ground. Of course they would rather kill us then let us live, it makes sense. Everyone walks into what seems like a big building, but I'm in a box so I'm not sure. I see darkness as they enter the doors. There's only one light and that's a spotlight on a stage. I see black figures in the seats. I guess they don't want to be seen, assholes. I watch through the small hole as one of the little girls go on stage. She's crying her eyes out, but apparently that's hot to some of these pervs. I hear a mans voice boom from a microphone.
"Starting bet at 10,000!" The man says.
I see 12,000 go onto the screen above the stage. I look closer at the dark figures and see what looks like a number pad glow beside every seat. I guess the black market likes to spend good money on the seats for their customers. The number goes to 20,000, then 50,000 and the announcers calls it.
"Okay is that the winning bet?!" The man says a little to excited.
The screen starts to flash with the number 50,000 and I watch as a figure moves out of its seat going to the stage. Probably to claim its prize, Sick bastard. The boys and girls continue to be taken to the stage, one by one. The dark figures start to vanish with the poor kids. I look around as there's still about twenty or so dark figures sitting in the seats. There are no more kids except me though. The box I'm in is put on the stage. The box is a rectangle and they place me on stage like you would a brand new doll in the box. I can't believe I never noticed before but my feet and hands are pinned in the box just like a doll.
"Now for our best. He is the sweetest doll you will ever see! This is our present to you all! He is 18 and will never complain! So don't miss this chance!" The man screams into the microphone.
I hear a knife begin to cut ropes off of the box. What kind of box is this? The one wall of the box opens like a door. I see the dark shadows beginning to pound numbers into the keyboards. I feel airy then notice that I'm in a poofy doll dress. Why the hell did they dress me up like a doll? I stand in discomfort until I hear the man on the microphone.
"And the winning bet is 500 million!"
