Heather woke up to hear the noises of muffled voices, she could only just understand them.
"So, she's a virgin, right?"
"Yeah, she's pretty hot too. Nice body, big boobs."
"So, there's nothing wrong with her then?"
"Well, um, I wouldn't say there's nothing wrong with her, she.. Um... She self harms."
"Fuck Harry, you said that this one would be perfect."
"I know, I know, but there's nothing a little anti-depressants couldn't do. You know, couple of pills a day."
"And where the fuck am I supposed to get fucking anti-depressants? Shit. Shit! SHIT! The boss is going to fucking KILL me Harry!"
"Chill, Danny, I'm sure I can get my hands on some. Calm the fuck down."
"Harry, I need her now, not 'as soon as you can get the medicine', the boss wants her for the auction TODAY. Oh fuck, the auction, where are her scars?"
"Arms? Hips? thighs?"
"THEY NEED TO WEAR BRAS AND THONGS HARRY."
"well, uh, you can get those weird arm sleeve things that can cover the scars, or make-up? Chill dude."
Then, it all went quiet, Heather heard footsteps coming towards the room she was in, she pretended to be alseep, hoping they wouldn't try to drug her or something.
She felt a bag being pulled over her body and head, she stayed still as stone.
YOU ARE READING
Stolen
Детектив / ТриллерHeather is one ordinary girl, but not for much longer, as one stranger takes away her freedom and sells it to others. This is the story of Heather Welks.
