I see a crowd of people entering and sitting down. They look at us so thoroughly like they are at farmers market and we are not human. 

The comfort I felt from being with 2 other girls up here start to disappear. I feel like every part of my body is under observation. There is at least 100 people in here. I cannot see them properly because of a direct light projected into our face. 

I want to close my eyes out of embarrassment but I feel the urge to keep them open for survival. I feel like a scared hamster at a pet store. My head is buzzing and i’m lost in my thoughts. I look down and see I’m shaking. This isn’t real. This can’t be my life. 

I noticed a change in the room. 

People are casually talking and laughing. This feels like a networking event except it’s a fucking slave market. There is a line forming. Seems like they want to see us up close. 

A woman and her husband step forward. She is laughing and causally says “Don’t worry darling. We are just browsing.” And they leave to check the next girl. 

A man in his 60’s steps towards me and without saying a word grabs my love handles as if he’s measuring my body fat. his hands are cold and his touch feels sinister. Not creepy but something worse. I cannot explain the dark energy I got.

The previous woman walks pass me to whisper “ you were lucky he didn’t choose you” 

I look at the old man walking towards the other girl and touching her body similar to me. He proceeds to touch her butt cheeks. She is shaking and crying. The man licks his lips and under his breathe he whispers “blonde foie gras” 

Takes a marker out of his pocket and put a Red Cross on her stomach. 

I heard that word before. Foie gras

Foie gras

Foie gras

Foie gras

I repeat it so much that it loses its meaning.

Foi... I feel a hand touching my boobs. My nipples immediately hardens. 

I look to my side to see the blonde getting dragged off the stage. I feel a marker on my chest and before I can look the man is gone.

Someone is making an annoucement.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for joining the auction. As it was promised, 2 out of 3 of these young girls are sold off. One is left for your enjoyment as a thank you from us. Please enjoy yourselves and do not show mercy”

I look at the girl panicking as she is being held down and cuffed and I see someone enters with a tray of condoms. 

The brute starts dragging me outside the room and as I leave I hear screams. She screams like she is fighting for her life and her voice muffles. I wonder which one us 3 had the worst destiny chosen for…