Why? | Phan | Under rewriting

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Dan's POV:

The viewing part of the day is finally over, but I am extremely worried that what comes next will be worse. Waiting back here is like torture, and I feel like a cow about to be sent to the slaughter. I can't even decide whether I want to know emmy fate. The other boys around me aren't even really boys, the look older, more mature and as though they are supposed to be here. The room behind the stage is very small, and so I chose to find myself a place on the floor as to not anger anyone else. I raise my hands to my face again, rubbing my cheeks harshly. The cool breeze flows in from the warehouse fans as an officer opens the door to grab his next victim. She is a young girl, similar in age to me, and just as terrified. Her eyes go wide in fear when she realises that he is approaching her. I can't help worrying what the man will do if she doesn't comply and go with him. His face appears though a warm fire and hot tea couldn't thaw his cold eyes. He is practically on top of the poor girl now, who frantically thrashes her head around the room as though someone is here has the ability to help her. I wish I could, but heaven knows what would happen to me if I did, and so being the selfish person I am, I now my head, not wanting to make eye contact with her.

My wait in the room didn't last much longer after that,
"Daniel Howell" bellows someone. I am snapped out of my nightmarish daydream I had sunken into and reality hits me. I freeze like a deer in headlights, I can't move. Dan, for fucks sake you saw that girl struggle now move you ass! My inner voice screams at me but I just keep burrowing my head further in my legs. I notice the man next to me start nudging me on the back, as if to get me to stand up already. Thankfully, it works and I stand just as the officer approaches me. He grabs my shoulder forcefully and pushes me towards the exit.

Side stage is a whole different story, as the crew quickly rinse me off and touch up any makeup the needed to. Whilst being paraded around I stood completely still, unable to stray my eyes from the stage, which held a singular strippers pole in the centre, and handcuffs dangling from the roof. In the corner was a man stood behind a podium, announcing when each person was sold. If you would even called them human by the way we were being treated. I shuddered.

Phil's POV
This warehouse was massive. I thought I had walked the lot of it by the time the auction started, but somehow, two more large doors were opened at the back, and we were all ushered into another room.

The auction was ruthless, I couldn't wait to get out of here sooner, as the girls and boys were walked onto the main stage in barley any clothing, the handcuffed to a strippers pole, where many of the paraded around, showing of all their curves and features. It was so wrong, and to make matters worse, I was wedged between to muscular guys who stank of beer and cigarettes. I was almost at breaking point, I wanted to leave so badly that was just staring at the clock on my phone praying for this stupid thing to be over with already.

"Shirley Evans"

A young girl was pushed onto the stage and she yelped, making me instinctively raise my eyes to watch. She scrambled to her feet, trying to get away from the large officer pursuing her as he grinned menacingly at the announcer. The man grabbed her midsection roughly, and I felt my entire body wince as her hands were forced into the handcuffs.

"Shirley, 17, is new to the corporation, and in being so is worth a lot of money, so bid wisely"

A shudder ran through my neck down to my spine, this is no way to be speaking a about a girl, not 4 years younger than me. The same officer from earlier circled the young girl, running his hands down her sides, causing her to squirm and struggle, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. I felt complete sorrow for the girl but there was not much I could have done for her.

"We will start the bidding at $1000", the announcer encouraged. Paddles were raised across the room, but the auction didn't last too long, eventually the young girl was sold to an middle aged man, for over $10,000. The poor lass.

It took no time from the end of the bidding for Shirley to be removed, and she was quickly replaced by another young kid. I sunk into my chair, trying to block out everyone around me, I was so done. You are not staying any longer Phil, leave now. The voice inside my head beckoned my to get out. I stood up, looking around for a bathroom or similar so I didn't have to watch this any longer, but saw something completely different.

The young boy from earlier, Daniel, was in the middle of the stage looking like a lost puppy, with the most terrified look on his face I had ever seen. He was so scared he didn't even try to resist the man as he was locked into the handcuffs, automatically slumping into them, forcing his whole body weight on his wrists.

Clearly, the announcer was not impressed by his resistance to show off his body, so he walked over to the kid with his microphone and started the auction.

"Daniel Howell, 16, will be sold tonight for the first and only time as a permanent sex slave to the highest bidder"

Obviously unaware to his circumstance, Daniel stiffened, and started yanking at his chains, as if his struggling would help his situation. In doing so, he sacked the announcer in the face, who proceeded to drop his microphone with a loud thud. Angered even more, he picked up the device a smacked it at the boys ribs and legs, making a tremendous noise.

During all this, I was stood at a standstill in the corner by the toilets, horrified at the fate of the kid and what he was going through now. There was no way I was going to be able to leave this place unaffected.

"STARTING BID $5000, buy him as a punching bag for all I care, the little virgin"

Paddles flew up from across the room as the bidding war began. Five thousand, ten thousand, twenty thousand, the money kept rising. Eventually the number of paddles raised lessened, and the announced smirked, stating, "$50,000 going once, going twice..."

"$60,000?"

"Sold to the man in the corner by the toilets"