Modella

Chapter Sixteen Modella Market

I awoke to darkness, I blinked back an overwhelming urge to sleep as my eyes began adjusting. I was in a moving vehicle sitting upright in the back of a large trailer. A large crowd of people sat along the floor with me, we were all sitting very close to eachother. Our hands were infront of us bound around our knees, a small chain bolted to the floor of the trailer to prevent us from getting up. The chains around my ankles bit into my skin through my baggy sweat pants. Ashlee sat across from me, she was awake and staring at her bound hands.

"Ashlee!" I said immediately trying to move toward her but unable to move. My skin felt cool from the cold metal collar on my neck that I had just realized was on me.

"Shh! Before you make them come back!" An angry blonde girl whispered to me. She sat directly next to me on my left. I noticed everyone around me had a slim black band around their neck and were bound in the same way. About half of them were still sleeping and perfectly still but others were watching me or staring with grim faces at the walls around us.

"Sasha? Is that you?" Came a voice I recognized. My eyes scanned the darkness, searching for who the voice belonged to.

"Who said that?" I called out. My eyes made contact with Ty's. "Oh my god Ty!" I exclaimed. He was alive, and sitting towards the end of the trailer it was hard to make out the expression he wore in the darkness.

"Shhhh!" The blonde spat out at me. I ignored her.

"Are you okay? What did they-" I began asking him. A loud screech from the brakes interrupted me as the vehicle came to a stop.

"You did it now dumbass!" The blonde whispered, her voice angry and her eyes filled with despise. The large metal garage like door at the end of the trailer opened upwards suddenly the loud metal clinking as it did so. It was dark outside but there was lights and voices of people like we were on a main street in a city. Those who had been sleeping woke immediately. A figure stepped up onto the trailer.

"Ladies and gentlemen," came the voice of 'The Boss'. His accent and established posture he held himself with made him unmistakeable. A second, larger figure joined him. "We have arrived to Modella Market. Conduct yourself quietly and obidiently and you will not be harmed. If you behave otherwise..." The second figure pressed a button located on a small remote in his hand.

PAIN. The metal on our necks began buzzing as electrical shocks burned through our nerves and muscles. Some people shrieked other let out a yell. The buzzing ended a moment later quieting the crowd around me to silence, my muscles that had been tensing so tight a moment ago were now sore with a dull pain.

"I believe you understand. Now no one talk or Doyle will punish all of you." He said crossing his arms across his chest before stepping off the trailer and out of sight. Doyle's large frame stood in the opening as he stared down at all of us. I looked over at Ashlee, her eyes were still fixated on her hands.

"Good evening," A deep british voice was heard over an speaker, the background noise of chattering and the hustle of traffic immediately became silent. I could see a large platform where a figure was addressing a very large audience that surrounded the stage a few yards away behind Doyle. The area was well lit and in the center of the city. A few scattered buildings were all positioned around the large concert like stage.

"Gregory Baldwin will begin tonights auction." He gestured to a skinny man with horn rimmed glasses who turned to two larger men behind him. They ushered to the stage a group of women. All of them were dressed in long black dresses. They werent bound but they looked dazed and swayed slightly after they began standing, facing the audience, in a straight line on the stage.