Someone pulled her hair again and dropped her hard on the ground. She could hear someone say, "She is a foreigner from India, beautiful and talented. She is as pure as you can think of, maybe no one has kissed her yet, which can dance & sing and many more things that you can never imagine off. The bait of this piece starts from 50.000$".

She scoffed, it's funny how they used the same exact words as she had written in her drunken state answering their very questionable questions. Yeah, she was just too drunk and tired coming to regret it. Why did she drink that night in the first place even though she never liked drinking in the first place? Maybe because of the fight she had with her mother that night or she was just too upset by her own self disappointment that she can't do anything right. Now feeling sorry for herself and the family she has lost. She grit her teeth and made a resolution to herself, "I am getting out of this pit at any cost getting back to my family. I promise".

Now she could hear all types of filthy comments pass on her. She could not tolerate any more rages getting on her nerves, being here in the middle of these filthy people, wet and naked. She could not endure it anymore. She runs here & there crazily, to run away, but stumbles upon a wall like iron rod which connects to the other iron rods creating a jail. She circles around the cage figuring out an opening.

The host found it amusing, like the ringmaster happy with the dance of the monkey he trained.

"Look how lovely our little curious birdy is, is in'it she." Everyone gleefully laughs at the taunted comment.

His comments could not puncture her resolve; she continued to encircle around the cage to find nothing out of it except that she is really trapped in a cage. Where there is no escape route. Where she could not fight, scream her lungs out all she can do is to plead to the god to show her mercy for being greedy, for dreaming for oneself, for being asking for something in a long time.

"Why god? Why me?", she says in a muffled voice, tears dropping from her blindfolded eyes.

What an irony of life.

The person who wants to score high in the sky is now trapped inside the cage...

After finding out how hopeless her resolution was, she could not even fight. She is all there in a cage, bear and helpless at mercy of the person who was going to buy her. She couldn't take it anymore, She couldn't think anymore.

All she wanted to save is now her shallow pride. She wanted to die so she could punish herself for not listening to her mother's logic and succumbing to her greed. She just wanted to end all of this at once. The voices are creeping louder.

The pain of being in such a state is unimaginable being not able to see what's going around, not able to scream, trapped, lonely, distressed. Her mind is foggy; she can't think properly, overthinking 10 times and she snaps. She began to bang her head on the iron rods insanely, she has finally lost the hope to live.

"I promise" "I promise" "I promise".

Light blink in her mind as hope returns. The hope of light came to her, to let her see. Maybe not running away from this cage is impossible but she can run away from the person who buys her. A little hope settled somewhere in her heart.

She stopped but before she could calmly settles nerve down to hear the voice of bidding.

Someone yanked her hair through the bars and jerked her head hard on the floor of the cage. Her agony muffled again.

The drop was so hard that it disabled her to stand without any support, she could not stand for at least moments to come.

She could hear someone frowning at her. Of Course her actions have created panic in the atmosphere. No one literally has the guts to die or even do anything in this kind of situation.

Those girls who are sold and kidnapped from all over places everyday at the auction freezes like some dolls in a forever trauma. They become numb and mostly terrified of the situation they have got them-self into but she is one of a kind fighter.

But now she has to pay for the ruckus she has created.

She could hear the turning of the keys and someone stepping up in the cage, footsteps coming near her, "We don't take so much pain just to make you die without gaining any profit. If you want to die, you can die when you get sold. Until then don't create any nuisance, stay quiet and if you don't I will take your life for sure".

She became as quiet as scared a mouse but in her heart deep down she was thinking of a plan. A plan to her freedom, a plan to escape after being sold to a son of the bi***?".

Once again, she hears all sorts of disgusting voices roar up in the air and one saying "I apologize for the inconveniences. That was a lot of drama for the night. Let's resume again with the bidding because nights are short and the items are beautiful.".

She started to say, "Pls! someone stops him. Tell him that his coping mechanism is not working and really please start now. I am curious to know my worth too?"

The bidding price is rising. Someone said "60,000$".

Someone said "85,000$".

Bidding prices went higher & higher and at last stopped at 100,000$.

"Oh no, It seems like the owner of the voice is the filthiest one. Who has raped a lot of girls? Maybe boys too. He has a tone of lust in his voice. Which is giving chills down my spine. God please not him." She said terrified in her mind, "now I'm surely doomed. If I am going to be sold to this man, god! no, not to this man not to this man..."

She began to pray to the god "No, not this man please god pls!!!!!".

As God was listening to her plea's a more manly voice rose in the air. Which seemed to be full of arrogance and men-ego, but there is a soft touch to the voice. Like he was somewhere really concerned about her. Which eased her out. She sighed in relief.

The voice directly raised the bidding to 1,000,000$. Everyone was in awe of this man. Who has just now bought a slave for a million dollars.

Everyone was curious to know the answer to the same question: why is he paying such a price for a bed doll?

If her mouth was not gagged she would be standing their mouth wide open. Never in a dream did she imagine that someone would give a million freaking dollars for her.

So, there was no competition left. "Sold at 1 2 3 to Mr. label no.13", the bidder announced at the top of his lungs cause it was the highest bidding of the day.

She doesn't know what to feel about all this: kidnapping, human trafficking, being auctioned and now becoming a slave? Life has certainly thrown one of the biggest rocks to her. Like life has set up a trap for her. It was patiently waiting for her and to take the bait right off the hook and she did exactly as life had planned.

But forget all this now she has to figure out a plan out of this. For this she has to know her enemy.

She was sold to a ruthless man with an unknown caliber. With her senses, she can tell.

"He was older than me, maybe 40 or 30 years older and can say that he is a rich freak."

"Like, Who will pay 1 million dollars for someone like me? Is he mad or has no sense of using money". When she was busy in her thoughts, dissecting her enemy. She felt a stinging feeling on her back and fainted again. The darkness swallowed yet again her.

She could hear the voice in her ears like the moving of a car, opening of gates and doors shutting and her falling on something soft and cushiony.

She finally gains consciousness and from the feel of it, she is still naked but now on a bed. Her conditions are the same as before, blind, gagged and tied, the same way when she was faint.

When she began to wiggle here and there. Someone pushed her on the bed and she struggled to release herself from the grip but the efforts were in vain...