Going once Going twice Sold

The show

Harry's POV

I was sitting at my dark, contemporary desk, my lip between my teeth as I contacted the members of the ring.

To make money, it's essential to pick the best girls for these members and sell them for as much as possible.

There was a knock on the door and Louis entered. "She's ready." He says, coming over to where I was looking down at my computer."She's ready" he said coming up next to me looking down at my computer

"Great. The members will be here soon." I say, as I close my laptop and start shuffling random items around on my desk

"Are you sure you want to sell her Harry?"

"Of course I'm sure. She's a means to an end, and that end is money."

"Have the members seated and then start sending the girls out. Save her till last though."

"Yes. Very well then." He says, exiting my office to go and prepare for the auction.

I walk over to the shelf on the other side of the room, picked up my scotch glass and pour myself a drink. I sit down, pondering my decision. Did I really want to sell her? Did I spend all this time looking for her? I could keep her as my slave. I have done that plenty of times in the past, but never with a girl that is worth so much. The money was more important. I sat contemplating the situation for a while longer before coming to the conclusion that I wanted the money more than I wanted her.

Louis entered again about an hour or so later. I stood, walking past him as he followed behind me. My shoes echoing against the marble tiled floor that led to a circular room, lined with level to ceiling windows, behind which were viewing rooms for the file in the middle. Each member was disguised, to protect their identities. I approach a door with the letters HS emblazoned on it. I enter the small room with its red, velvet walls and dim lighting. I unbuttoned my suit jacOne buy one girl entered and exited the ring, and some were purchased while others were sent back to the rooms to be sold to the regular guests that purchased girls.

One by one, the girls enter then exit the ring. Some were purchased, while others were sent back to the rooms to be sold to regular buyers.

Embry came out. She looked beautiful. She stumbled out onto the stage, turning and shaking in fear. The bids started coming in immediately, and the amounts were going up rapidly. I was growing nervous. Not sure if selling her was the right decision.

As soon as the bidding was about to close, meaning that she was about to be sold I hit my button, indicating that another bid, which just so happened to be the final and winning bid. My identity was concealed from the other bidders, so to avoid conflict that comes from purchasing one of my own girls.

As soon as she was bought, Zayn entered the ring, dragging her out and up to her room, where she would wait to be taken to my house, where she would now live as my slave.

Embry's Pov

I could hear the price increase as men continued to bid on me, turning as lights above each room lit up. Eventually, someone had bought me I started to get light headed tears streaming out of my eyes at the thought of having to live with some sleazy, disgusting man that lauded for a kidnapped girl.

A tall man with tattoos and dark hair came out and grabbed me pulling me out of the ring and dragging me back down the hall to the room I had initially woken up in. The door was forcefully opened, and I was tossed inside falling to the floor. The worn wood cutting my legs as I slid across it. The door slammed shut, and the sound of the metal lock echoed as I was left in my solitude to cry.

AN: Sorry this is so short