He flicked the bell on my collar and wavered his slender finger in the air for a few moments before sliding on my jawline. I look at the marble floor, knowing that if I'll do this, the merchants will punish me, but the sharp stare I see from the corner of my view is stabbing me in the guts and making me bleed out my bravery. "Her. How much?" I wince at the words that I've begged to hear and begged to never hear. "That will be 3 billion judes sir." "I'm sure she's worth that. Send me her to No.9078AB in three hours." "Certainly sir." I feel my stomach turning to the thought of him touching me. Using me for his pleasure in ways that'll mean death by tomorrow, or if he's nice, a week or so. "You'll last long hun." "He seems a little nicer than the others." "I'll pray every night so you won't die suffering." The words of encouragement from the others forced my--without doubt--last smile, and off I went into the transport ship.