The Traffickers

The Dark Room

"Alright princess let's get you down to the dark room." The man tugged at my hair and pulled me towards a rusted door. 

As I wondered what the dark room was, I was pushed out of the door. I was blinded by lights and the sound of an old hag on the loud speaker. "Now up is number 50192, bids will start from $200,000 in approximately five hours." I was terrified, there were seas of men's heads all one level below me. "Number 50193 has been moved from this auction to the next auction." The loud speaker chimed. As I stood there another woman came up behind me. "Get off, I'll explain what's happening." She forced me off the stage and back towards the rusty door. I sat in the corner as she explained, "So you have absolutely no idea where you are, do you?"

"How did you know?" I said with a sly smile.

"Don't you fucking dare act smart otherwise you won't get bought." 

"What do you mean?"

"You're worth nothing, you're completely useless."

"I never asked to be here."

"I can tell, but we still need the money. Now get the fuck up, you have a private one on one with potential buyers."

"A one on one?"

"Are you always such a dumb ass or?"

I smiled. The guard came and escorted me towards the private rooms. As we walked away I saw an opportunity to flip off that bitch, so I did.