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The Darkest Hour

The Darkest Hour

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Sep 28, 2016
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Mystery
"Let's see who I have this time." He said smirking. "This time!?!" I thought as he pulled out my wallet, opened it and then withdrew my driver's license. "Well, Arabelle Marie Schmidt, 21 years old." He said. "Well at least I didn't pick someone underage this time." He said smirking. "16 and 17 year olds are acting so old, getting into bars and flirting with men whom are almost 10 years older than themselves." He examined my horrified expression and laughed. "Don't worry I don't kill little girls. Just scare them. Unlike you. We're going to have a lot of fun."
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TAKEN ✔

The huge man carried me down to the ground floor, since apparently I still wasn't trusted to have the ankle chains taken off. We arrived in a big room with polished floorboards, leather seats, small coffee tables and black duck tape forming a line in the centre of the room. At the line where girls, some a bit older than me and some way older than me. The youngest one I could pick out was a blonde haired girl around 18, and the eldest in her early 30's. I was kicking against the huge man as much as the chains would let me, but he just dropped me to the ground in the line. I quickly got up, and looked at the occupants in the leather chairs. They were all men in business suites with glasses of beer. "Alright, first one up is this girl," the big man pointed at me, and my stomach twisted with disgust. "£150,000" I heard someone yell. "250,000" Another one said. "£300,000!" "Come on guys, the boss wants more than that!" The big man said with a smile. "I'll give you £600,000," said a cold voice from the back of the room. Everyone looked up in surprise at a man in his mid 20's who walked down the room to me. "3...2...1... sold!" ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ Completed ✔

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