Going once Going twice Sold

Realization

I was woken from my sleep by the sounds of opening and closing doors as well as the echo of footsteps. My eyes felt heavy; my hands were bound together. I propped myself up on my elbow, rolling over so I could sit up against the wall. I froze as soon as the cold metal came in contact with my exposed skin. I reach up to rub the fuzziness from my eyes and slowly my vision cleared. It was hard to see in the darkness. But it was clear that I was in some room. In an attempt to find something to untie my hands I bump into something. After a while, it was clear that it wasn't a something but a someone. It was another person.

There was a click, then a sudden flash of light. I hiss and turn my head away from the harsh light that was threatening to blind me.

"She's awake!" I hear a deep voice yell.

I heard a deep voice shout. I looked down to see the familiar dress on the body and immediately recognized the limp body that was turned over on the floor of the van. I crawled over tugging on Emily's body in an attempt to wake her. As soon as I was shaking her my leg was grabbed, and I was taken out of the car and tossed onto the ground. Once again blinded by another light I had no time to react to the object that was put in front of my face and quickly everything turned back to black as it had been before.

This time, when I woke up, I was in a small room, with my arms bound to the head of a rusty, worn down frame of a twin bed. The room was musty and old, the wood floor was covered in mysterious stains, the dim, dirty light bulb flickered every now and again, and the single small window had been painted black and had metal bars across it, to prevent anyone seeing in or out, or escaping. Panic set in, as I was now alone in an unknown location not knowing if my best friend was still alive or not

The voices of multiple men could be heard from outside the room. Their words were incoherent and muffled by the door, that acted as a barrier between me and the rest of the world. Hours passed as I played out hundreds of escape plans in my head. My thoughts were interrupted by the clanging of metal slamming. The door creaked open, and a man stomped in. He came over to me and cut the restraints from my arms and dragged me off the bed and onto my feet. At first, gave way and I wobbled slightly trying to support my body weight.

"Don't try anything." The man says, as he grabbed me by my wrist and started dragging me. I flinched at the amount of pressure he was putting on my weak arms as I struggled to keep up with him.

The hallway resembled the room, in the sense that it had dim lighting, worn floors, and black windows. We walked for what seemed like forever. We then came to a door, which he opened and pushed me into the room.

"Wait here" he turned and left.

I was standing in a bathroom which contained a tub and a shower, the same flooring, but not in the as bad condition as the other rooms. A blonde woman entered the bathroom. She looked exhausted and appeared to be covered in a permanent layer of dirt.

"Get undressed." She says, in a monotone voice, moving towards the shower.

I stood there, unable to move or speak.

"Are you deaf child? Get naked." She says.

I started to strip off, not wanting to fight her. I then step into the shower when she gestured for me to do so. The water was cold as I was forced to wash. Afterward, I was pulled out of the shower and told to wait in the cold room. The chill from the air, causing me to get even more goosebumps on my cold, wet body. A rough, old towel with holes in it was thrown at me. I quickly grab it and dry off, trying to shield my body from the cold. I was then sat down as the woman dried and styled my hair, she then applied makeup to my face. Lace undergarments were then handed to me, and that's when everything started to add up, and it dawned on me what was going on. I was part of a human trafficking sex slave ring.