Christie's POV:I lay on a hard bed in the basement of the warehouse where they sell us off. So dosed up with a certain drug, I can't even keep my head up.
A man in black comes down the stairs and unchains me from the bed.
"Who the hell drugged her? She's up for sale today!" The man yelled. It was muffled in my dopey ears. He picked me up easily in my small state and carried me up the stairs. I don't even remember the last time I had a real meal. Could,ve been weeks, or even a couple of days. I don't even care anymore. I drowned everything out until I heard a bunch of gasps, I lazily turned my head to the sound and saw a man in a gray suit stand and walk to me. His outline turned white and shone bright in my drugged state and my eyes slowly closed.
Mark's POV:
The man came back out with my purchase and everyone gasped. He was carrying a limp skeleton. I stood up in my shock and walked to her as she closed her eyes.
"Gerald, what happened?" I asked.
"Someone drugged her before she came out here. If you don't want her, we can put her back to bed." He said.
I shook my head and took her in my arms.
"I'm going to put her in my car, then I'll fill out the paperwork needed and bring in the money." I said and walked out of the warehouse.
When I laid her in the back seat, my driver looks at me curious.
"She was drugged before I bought her. Let me know if she starts throwing up or seizing. I'll be back in ten minutes." I told Greg. He nodded and got back in the driver's seat.
I walked back into the warehouse.
"Mark, thought you would've taken the prize and left." Gerald said holding the usual packet of papers. I filled them out, gave him the money and left, taking the mysterious woman home.
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In A World Like This
Ficción GeneralHave you ever felt like life couldn't get any worse? Like you were at the bottom of the pit, just lying there, waiting to die. Life had thrown everything at you, engulfed you in complete darkness, held you under water but still allowing you to breat...