Bound (ON HOLD)

Chapter Two: Sold

Saphronia's P.O.V:

I get moved around a lot within the truck without my hands or feet to help me. Nothing more than bumps or scrapes but Nevertheless annoying. I fall asleep after a while.
I soon wake up to bright light in my eyes. "Are you okay? Respond now if you can hear me." A male voice tells me. "Huh?" I ask sleepily. I go to move but something stops me. As soon as I went to move a numb buzz travels up my arm. As if it's been asleep for a while.
The man's silhouette appears in front of me. I blink a bit and try to move my face out of the flashlight. "Please?" I ask when it doesn't work. He realizes what I mean so he trains the light somewhere else.
Another man was behind me, because he picks me up bridal style. He was really warm and when we got out of the trailer it was freezing. I try and get closer to him for his warmth. "Always the favorite Jax." The other man who had the flashlight tells him.
"Shut up Cal, it's probably Because it's below zero and they never have clothes on." The other guy, Jax answers. "If she knew what was about to happen she'd be scrambling to get away from me." Jax says looking into my eyes. Jax was the one who tied me up earlier. Now that I see him in the light, he's not bad looking... but I cannot forget my situation. We go inside a warehouse type building. Like those in a stock show. There's pens with two to three girls each but we turn left.
All of the girls are sitting on their knees, quiet. We turn into a different room and there's more, but they are crying or yelling about rights, some cursing. There's only one or two girls in a pen here. None of them are like the others, all must be like me. New. I'm placed alone in a pen.
Jax unties me completely and I almost fall moving to the corner. At first I stretch everything out to regain circulation. Jax comes to me and places a metal chain around my ankle. "Good luck." He whispers to me. Then he gets up and leaves. I decide to move to sitting on my knees once circulation is back. The reason why I do this is because it hides more.
Soon, men in suits (older and younger) come around through the pens. Most stop at my cage. "How much?" They ask... most place a bid. I start to get nervous because more older men place bids. A young man comes to my cage. He's in a suit as well. "This one." He says looking at me.
"She's untrained." One of the escorting guards tell him. "I'm not sure if she's a brat yet or not." He says. The new man looks at me. "Come here." He tells me. The guard pulls a gun while behind the suited man and looks at me. I don't think the suited man notices, nor should I say anything. He repeats himself and I move mumbling "I'm sorry, I'm coming." I get up and walk to him, trying to cover myself as much as possible.
"What's your name?" The suited man asks me looking at me up and down. "Saphronia." I Answer. The guard man sneers. "You will answer him with respect. Sir, or master." The guard tells me walking up to the cage. I don't move. The suited man looks at the guard. "She didn't know, you said she was new and untrained. Give her a bit of a break. She will learn." The guard apologizes to him, but not to me.
"Alright Saphronia, how old are you?" He asks me. "Eighteen." I Answer. Then I remember. "Eighteen Sir." I correct myself. He chuckles, satisfied. "And are you a virgin?" He asks me. I hesitate to answer, a bit embarrassed. He asks again. "Saphronia, Answer me please." He warns. "Yes sir, I'm sorry sir." I answer looking away.
"How much is she?" The guy asks the guard. "She's being bid on." The guard answers. "Last bid?" "Twenty grand." The guard answers. "What if I were to pay extra?" The man asks. "One million." "Pay at the desk out front. I'll bring her to you." He answers. "Be gentle with her. I don't want any bruises, scratches or scrapes that she doesn't already have because if she does, I'll sue you for as much as she's worth. She's my property and I like it clean, and nice." The guard nods. "Of course, pleasure doing business with you." He says.
The suited man, or sir now, walks away, dropping something into my pen before leaving. I pick it up, a new collar. It's not metal, and is thin, made of ribbon. It has a bow, and a bell. Next to these are the name "Callum Hudson" The guard sees this and comes into the pen. "You have to wear the metal one until you leave, but I'll put it on top on a low setting so when the metal is taken off it will fall into place." He offers. I look at it, realize I don't have a choice, and nod. He puts it on and it's loose for now. The other girls are still screaming and crying.... like my inner voice wants to do.
I'm taken to the booth and they give me a satin, short robe to put on before I leave. He attaches a leash to my collar and pulls me in the direction he wants me to go. There are two guards with us to make sure I do not escape. I walk a little bit behind Callum and then we stop before we head outside. The metal collar is taken off and my collar is tightened. They make sure it's on tight. A limousine pulls up, and I'm ushered inside. I sit farthest from him, and take off my robe, to hand back to the guards. Callum gets in and the car starts moving.