The door opens roughly and the man pulls me out. I don't even try making a run for it because he has the gun pointed straight to my head. He puts his large hands on my small wrist and leads me into this place.
We are in front of this..mansion.
He grabs me and takes me inside the mansion. When he opens the door, if I could gasp out loud I So would. The place is bigger than it looks, and that says a lot. It's very fancy and tidy. If it wasn't hell in my mind I might even say it's...nice.
No ones around but I hear many noises in what seems to be a room close by. He takes me upstairs, still grabbing me roughly.
"Don't try anything." He whispers to me, chuckling knowing I wouldn't because of the gun.
He pushes me into a room and this woman grabs me,
"Gotcha. Thanks Joe I got it from here." Joe gives her a thumbs up,
"Be careful with her. She's a feisty one." He leaves the room and somehow closes the door gently, not like how he was slamming my bedroom door open till it broke.
She tries her best to take the tape of my mouth so it doesn't hurt, but it doesn't work. I wince as she finally finishes and throws it in small trash can near by her. She unties my hands as quickly as she could but she struggles a bit because they tied it so well.
"Hi. I'm Emily. Not the best way we are meeting, huh?" She awkwardly smiles at me and puts out her hand for me to shake it, but I just stare. She can't be serious right now. She wants me to shake her hand? After all this? Why are these people idiots?
"What the hell is this? Please tell me this is some kind of joke- pl-" I bust out into tears from frustration. I start hyperventilating again and she looks at me and frowns. She grabs a water balm and sits down by me, rubbing my back.
"Babe I'm sorry, but we need to talk. I need to somehow explain this to you before you go out there."
"What?" I try to stop my tears and she begins explaining
"Basically you- gosh I've had to say this a few times but it never gets easy um.." she hands me the water bottle but at this point I'm not thirsty, I'm scared for my entire damn life.
"Um basically you- uh.."
"What?"
"You are getting sold." My heart drops down to my soul as she looks back at me. Her eyes widen as she sees my frightened reaction, to the words that just spilled out of her mouth with no emotion.
"What are you talking about? What?" I get up but she grabs me.
"No. Don't make this harder than it has to be, what's your name?" I ignore her as I try to get past her and to the door.
I'm not getting sold. No. I have a whole damn life ahead of me that I want to accomplish. No man or this crazy woman are going to get in the way.
She tries to grab me again but this time I push her as hard as I can to the ground. I make a run for it but her screaming has me down on the tracks,
"You move one more god damn inch and I swear I will blow your damn brains out!" Her 'sweet' act is now ruined. I look back to see her with a handgun pointing directly at my chest. My breathing is so heavy at this point. I put my hands up in defense, she gets up, and doesn't stop putting the gun in front of me.
"Now you listen to me, honey. I don't make the damn rules here but I sure as hell obey them and so will you. I have every right to kill you and they can hide your body with not even an ounce of evidence. So sit. We have somethings to discuss." She smirks as I finally sit down on the chair without trying anything. I mean I don't know what she's capable of.
"As I was trying to say, you are getting sold. In about an hour or so. I don't know to who yet but they'll tell us soon enough. I am sorry it had to be this way but you will learn more sooner or later." She tries to explain it but I am still just as confused as I was a few minutes ago.
"Sold? How? I have a mother and father who will come looking for me." Her smirk disappears and is replaced with a frown
"Honey I don't th-" she gets interrupted by a banging on the door. She's relieved when she doesn't have to finish what she was going to say. She opens the door quickly and smiles at this random old man walking in.
"Emily I need a word with you." She nods and leaves the room, but they make sure to bring a man in to watch me as they speak.
After a few minutes she comes back with a weird look on her face,
"Um he told me the man who um is taking you." She mumbles as if she's saying it to herself and not to me
"Huh?"
"You are going with John. I have to get you ready before you go come on." She doesn't let me speak as she threatens that if I say a word she won't hesitate to pull the gun out on me. She applies light make up and lets another lady come in to do my hair.
I have never felt more disgusted in my life to see how normal these people are acting. That man that walked in barley glanced at me, as if this whole thing is a normal ritual. I need to find out more. This isn't the end and I won't be sold to no random man named John.
"So you are going with John? Lucky you." The lady who is blow drying my hair comments.
"So hard to believe John actually bought someone." When she says the word bought or sold it hurts me even more. Makes me feel less of a human, and it's not like she cares at all. As I said, this is normal to her.
"Are there other girls being bought to?" I ask and they look at me and nod
"Oh honey of course. You and about 25 others tonight." My heart drops at what spilled out her mouth. 25! Twenty freaking five.
"He got you for a very large amount I can't even say. He must've really wanted you."
"Who is he?"
"We can't really say much about him or we will get in trouble. Don't worry he's not an old man though." As if that was supposed to make me feel better.
"Old man or not. He's as sick as the rest of the men buying other innocent girls." I growl to them and their eyes open wide.
They finish doing everything they needed and hand me a simple dress to put on.
"He's going to be here any minute now. So hurry please. We will give you privacy but we will be right out this door so don't even try leaving." I huff and take the dress harshly from the hair stylist.
I put in on as quickly as I can as I look around the room to try to find an escape. Absolutely nothing. I am starting to feel very hopeless and lost again.
"He's here! Come on!" Emily yells out through the door. She doesn't bother asking me if I'm done, she just barges in with a weird look on her face.
"Let's go! Lets go he's waiting."
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THE TELLYS COMPANY
Romance"What's going on?" "You are being sold." | 20 year old Lauren Goldenstein, is kidnapped and sold to the son of the richest man who controls the company.
