Kidnapped

Getting bought is sooo fun

“4 thousand do I hear 4 thousand?” The auctioneer shouted with an accent like the auction people on TV. But this wasn’t TV, at least not anymore.

    Then a thought hit me. What if this was still the reality show? But no, that couldn’t be true. They wouldn’t kill off Louis. Unless that body was fake...no, it was so detailed. Thinking about that made me want to hurl.

    “Are you okay?” Liam said, touching my arm. We were all standing up in front of a fairly big crowd, on top of steps so everyone could see us. Jean, Gage, and Kerg were in the front row, grinning like crazy as people bid higher and higher for Harry. That was a given. The boys would obviously get higher bids then us.

    “Not really,” I admitted. Kayla was on the other side of me, and she looked pretty calm considering the current situation.

    “We aren’t going to be put together,” I whispered to Liam.

    “6 thousand!” Someone from the audience shouted.

    “6 thousand 6 thousand going once!” The auctioneer said. “Twice!” Silence.

    “Sold! To the man in the blue!” The guy appeared from the audience. I sighed, because he didn’t look like a psycho killer, but you can’t judge a book by it’s cover.

    Harry stepped of the stand and went to the guy. Kayla and I both started making some weird noises in our throats. How was this legal?

    I could tell Kayla wanted to run out and kiss him, but Gage came and held her back.

    “Okay, next up is Kayla Thomas,” The man said. He looked about 50 years old and was pretty fat.

    “Let’s start the bidding with 2 thousand dollars.”

    For a second, no one said anything. “Are you kidding me?” Kayla said. She was offended, which I didn’t understand. I certainly didn’t want to be sold.

    “Three thousand,” Someone said.

    “Four,” Another person said.

    “Five!” A voice said.

    “Thank you,” Kayla said, rolling her eyes.

    “Five thousand do I hear six? Six thousand?”

    No one.

    “Five thousand going once, twice, sold! To the man on the left!” I gave Kayla a quick hug before she ventured into the crowd. I lost sight of her and Harry as well right away.

    “Liam,” I whispered.

    “It’s okay,” He said. But it obviously wasn’t.

    “Up next is Marisa Drew.” The man waved at me to step forward. I knew I was shaking violently.

    “Let’s start the bidding at 2 thousand.”

    “Three thousand.”

    “Four thousand.”

    “Four fifty,” Someone said. The voice sounded familiar.

    “Four thousand five hundred, do I hear 5 thousand?” The guy said.

    Nothing. I couldn’t breathe. I stared at Liam and he mouthed something to me.

    “Going once, twice...” I didn’t hear the rest because my whole body went into shock. I felt someone take me and guide me through the crowd. Everything was a blur, but all I could remember was calling out for Liam.

    When my vision returned, I was in a black leather car. I rubbed my eyes, which were full of tears, and looked at the drivers seat. I could only see dark, brown eyes and brown hair through the driver’s mirror, and luckily they were fixed on the road. I turned my head to the left and saw who was sitting next to me, staring straight ahead.

    Harry.

    After a security man carried away a thrashing, sobbing, screaming Marisa who was calling out Liam’s name, the crowd finally quieted down again. Liam had stood there, watching her, probably not sure what to do.

    I stood next to the man, not looking him in the eye. I heard him though, when he paid six thousand for Liam. Liam walked over, looking revealed that he was at least sold with someone that he knew.

    We got in the man’s brown car, both of us sitting in the back seat and not talking.

    The house was huge. It was practically a mansion, with horse roaming around, a porch wrapping around the whole thing, and huge trees surrounding the private drive way.

    We got out of the car and walked into the house. It was just as nice as the outside, if not nicer. Glass chandeliers hung, fancy furniture sat in front of a flat screen TV, and this was just the opening.

    The man faced us. He had short blonde hair and hard grey eyes. “I’m Martin Juter. I have three children, one wife, and many horses. You will be attending to them for quite some time.

    “Liam,” he said, addressing to Liam, “You look fit enough. The fields need work, and so does a lot of other stuff around the house. You will act as a servant, fixing what I say. I will repay you in good meals, and you and Kayla will share a small barn a few yards away from the house.”

    “What do you want me to do?” I asked.

    Martin smiled, “I have a son, named Devin. He doesn’t meet many girls, getting home schooled and all. You will be his...partner.”

    My mouth dropped open, as did Liam's. “What the hell! Are you frickin’ kidding me!”

    “No. It’s a good thing: Devin likes a feisty girl. You will meet him...right about now.”

    I had to admit, he wasn’t horrible looking, but way less hot than Harry. He had shaggy blonde hair, the same grey eyes as his father, and skin that seemed to be some-what tanned from working out in the fields. “Hello.”

    “Devin,” Martin said, “Meet Kayla. I bought her at the Market today...what do you think?”

    Devin looked me up and down, as if I were an animal. I wondered what Marisa would be thinking about right now. “You did an excellent job, father. Do you need her to do anything or can I...talk to her, in my bedroom?”
    “You may do what you like. I have things to show Liam....you won’t be needing to work the plow anymore.”

    “Thank god,” Devin said sighing. Then he eyed me, “Come with me.”