The auction is over. You peered to see the voice at the back of the room who paid so much for you. A yank on your collar summons you back, back into the darkness. All that is left for you is to ponder the origin of that familiar voice.

Eventually after the long auction ends, a light breaks the dark abyss of your cell. Your chains prevent you from turning to see me. Not that you would have, you are afraid what I might be. I approach you and slide a blindfold over your eyes.

I unshackle your chains and with a firm hand lift you to your feet. I gently lift your calves one at a time and glide a pair of silk panties up your thigh and set them in place. I lower a dress onto you which falls into place. You feel the low cut and open leg of a long skirt. I adjust the dress, massaging your nipple with my thumb as I do so. The only indication of my pleasure. I set high heeled shoes on your feet and strap them on.

With a kind hand I lead you out to the night air. You can tell its night because of the eerie quiet and coolness of the air. I offer you aid into my car and tuck the seatbelt in place. Despite the fact you know an honest man could never be at such an auction you begin to hope for a gentle master. No words are spoken between us. You have been well trained. We return to my home and you are lead inside.

At the door a dog collar is snapped around your neck and the blindfold removed. My familiar yet unknown face stares directly into your eyes.

"Do you remember me?" I ask with calm fury. "We go way back, but you were much younger then, and circumstances have changed dramatically for us both since"

Your face still shows anxiety and uncertainty at who your new master could be.

"Your father owed me and my business partners a lot of money when he declared bankruptcy."

You begin to remember the whole scandal. Your father declared bankruptcy stating that he lost all his money due to a gambling addiction. You knew this was a lie however, you knew he transferred all his money to offshore accounts. It was your testimony in court which convinced the judge this was true.

"I never understood how your father got back on his feet so quickly. How he still managed to afford is lavish lifestyle, his fancy cars and his young wives. Now I understand. He made his fortune selling his beautiful young daughters at auction"

You begin to realize the truth of it all. He never loved you. Only himself. That was no random kidnapping at the airport. It was your fathers idea for you to go in the first place. That is why the police never came for you. No one ever reported it.

"Do you like the dress? It was my daughter tiffany's prom dress. You remember Tiffany don't you?"

You and Tiffany had been at school together. You were never close but were in similar circles. Tiffany had just missed out on a scholarship, I as her father would have paid her tuition but could no longer afford to when your father didn’t pay his debts.

"Tiffany is going to be very glad to see you again. As will my business partners....."