“You are no longer a human with rights. As a matter a fact, you are no longer a human. Humans have free will and dignity which you no longer have. I am giving you some dignity by explaining your faith to you as a farewell. Good luck on your journey.”

Rule number 1: Do not trust a stranger man while traveling.

I thought Rule number 1 did not apply to the handsome charming man who seemed safe. 

Rule number 2: Do not leave the group without notifying at least 1 member 

I did not want them to know that I wanted to fuck the handsome French man. I couldn’t risk my fiancé. I love him so much. We both grew up in a small town in SoCal. I love him. I really do but I have never been with another man and this foreign man just seemed right. I will never see him and Andy, my fiancé will never know. Like it never happened. 

I try to move my wrist so I can rub the marks caused by the handcuffs. 

My mouth is too dry and I have a throbbing headache. I don’t know where I am. All I know is that this is not good. 

I can hear footsteps. It sounds like something is being dragged on the floor. 

The door opens. The brute looking man drags a girl into the room and leaves locking the door behind him. She’s unconsious. her blonde hair is covering her face and she’s in clubbing outfit. Oh my fucking God. 

Oh

My

Fucking

God

I start breathing heavy. My heart is beating too fast. I think I’m not ok. I need to see a doctor. I can’t breathe. I keep panting. I fucked up. I can’t breathe. I am tired. I need to lay down a little. It’s too gloomy here. I need to not be here.

“Wake up bitch”

I open my blurry eyes. There is a part of boots right at my eye level. I look up. It’s the brute. He has an accent. He grabs me and start dragging me out.

Good! I need to leave!

“Where are you taking me?”

He doesn’t answer. My wrists hurt so bad. I’m too scared to ask him what happened to that blonde girl. we enter a giant room. There is a stage in the middle. there are seats around stage. He opens my handcuffs. What a blessing. Always count your blessings. He cuffs my wrists again. This time behind my back. He looks so fed up and annoyed. Takes me to the stage and take a small scissor out of his pocket and start cutting my dress. 

I want to resist but he is moving a sharp scissor against my body. I feel intimidated. He cuts my bra and my panties. And put his hand on my forehead and forces me to sit on the floor of the stage. I’m awfully aware of how my curves look and my wrists cuffed to my back makes my boobs point forward to awkwardly. I need to cover myself. This feels too wrong. Andrew never saw me naked. We usually turn the lights off. Being seen naked feels too wrong to me. I don’t wanna be percieved. I guess I’m always shy and lack confidence. It’s good that it’s kind of dark in here.

The door opens and I see two other girls being dragged to the stage. They are also naked with their wrists behind them.

I notice the blonde has a tore lip. It looks like she was punched. 

Both girls look terrified and stare down. I look at their chests going up and down. They look both scared and angry.

I feel diffrent. 

How do I feel?

In denial? Kinda

Scared? I don’t know

this feels like a fever dream. 

Shocked? Maybe

Am I dissociating? definitly

The brute is back carrying something. its 3 plates with chains. 

We each get one. 

I think we are being auctioned. I need to scream. I scream.

Everyone look shocked and I taste blood. The brute just smacked my mouth with the back of his hand. His ring tore my lip. 

Oh so that’s what happened to the blonde. The lights are on and I see people coming in. 

Oh great 

I am naked in front of everyone with a tore lip. Being up in the stage doesn’t help. Being with two other girls make me feel less embarrassed.