Don't Run, My Love

Chapter 2 - Amelia

                                                                    Chapter 2 - Amelia

A dark room surrounds us. Hushed voices outside of the room. Girls, specifically orphans, aged 16-19 were stuffed in a room in the middle of nowhere. The girls were wearing dresses, all to be sold to biker gangs around their state. Amelia was one of those girls, she was 17, though her birthday was coming soon.

Men of different gangs would come to auctions that people would put on to sell girls as slaves to them, that's all females meant to most gangs unless they were lovers.

Her short blue dress was slowly inching up her thigh, her hands bound by ropes unable to pull the dress down. Her black hair had been brushed by one of the females so it didn't look like a rats nest.

Females had already been taken out of the room to be auctioned and then never came back. If they did, it wasn't a good sign and they would have a punishment instilled by one of the higher ups.

The door creaked open revealing the light from the hallway.

"Amelia." The woman spoke. "Your turn." As she walked swiftly over to Amelia and hoisted her to her feet.

A small whimper left her lips as she followed the lady briskly down the hall towards the stage where she would be put in front of at least a hundred men waiting for her to be auctioned up.

The announcer made his speech, introducing the 16 year old girl, her name and everything about her. He then let the auction begin.

"2,000," A man's voice said.

"3,000" another shouted.

Amelia's eyes gazed around the room looking at all the men that were shouting high numbers. Her eyes met dark chocolate ones that stared back at her. They belonged to a younger man, which was unusual as all the other men there were older.

"500,000" a man bellowed from the back of the room, causing her eyes to focus on a man who stood tall, more buff than the others.

The youngest man looked at her, his cold eyes staring into her fearful ones, before he turned and walked out the door that he stood next to. The lady that had brought her from the room, dragged her off stage. Amelia had been sold for $500,000, meaning she would be serving a motorcycle gang, as a servant of whatever they wanted.

Amelia was brought into a bigger room, filled with several other girls. The lady pushed her into the room and shut the door behind her.

After what felt like several hours in the darkness of a room, the girls would soon be transported to a box truck where they would be closed in, and left in the dark, not cared for; on the way to their new homes.