Taken By The Mafia

Chapter 4: Highest Bidder

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I heard a van door slide open.

"Load them in quietly and quickly." A man's voice ordered.

They were taking the other party goers out of the van.

I've never been more scared in my entire life, all I could do was tremble in fear.

"Don't forget the one in the tunk!"

'Shit!! shit! shit! shit! shit!'

Foot steps came close.

I squeezed my eyes shut. 'Just don't move! Don't move. Then when I get a opening!-'

The trunk opened. I used all my control to stopped my shaking and just laid there.

"She knocked out?"
I hand grabbed my shoulder and shook me. I didn't respond.

"Yeah she should be. Lets bring her in."

A man grabbed me by the restrains holding me and carried me. I couldn't see where I was going since I had a blindfold on.

The noises of the outside became quieter, and the footsteps of the men carrying people became clearer.

*Slam!*

I heard a big door behind me shut. We were inside a building.We continued for what seemed like forever. Then I heard something muffled in the distance.

...Music?

We got closer. There was music playing? And it was classical music? And I started to hear people talking and laughing, while the sounds of glasses and cutlery were chiming in the background.

Even in my current situation I was dumbfounded.

'Where am I?'

Then the sounds of dining faded. We were turing down a ramp, going to a lower level it seemed.
The men's footsteps stopped when we got to level ground.

"Take off their clothes, and clean them off and make it quick! We're going to start soon."

My mind jolted and raced. "Take off our clothes and clean?"

'What's going on!? What're they going to do with us!? No I won't allow this! Take my clothes off? fuck that!'

The man holding me threw down on the hard tile floor. He then started to untie my arms from my waist.

'I can't stay here any longer!'

Then he went to untie my ankles. He turned me over and started unbuttoning my dress shirt. I had a undershirt on. He untucked it and pulled it up then stopped.

"..huh what the..what's this?"

"Damn, she has a nasty scar on her stomach." A man near him said.

"Will anyone even want her?"

"Who cares it's just merchandise. If we can't sell it, it will just be throw away." He scoffed.

'Assholes.'

I quickly yanked off my blindfold.

I saw women being undressed in my per-referral vision.

I planted my hands on the ground and threw my right leg up and kicked the man undressing me, right in the dick.

He yelped out clutching himself and fell down. It caught people's attention. I pushed myself up. I spotted the doorway we came in. I didn't think and just bolted toward the exit.