Shivering I scratch at my arms and legs. I feel dirty, dirtier than rolling in mud or the dirt that laces my skin. The reminisce of the men's hands all over my body is an invisible film that won't come off. I want to scrub the feeling of their hands, of what they did off of me...but no amount of scrubbing will ever remove the memory permanently stained into every fibre of my being. The marks of their hands are dark stains scattered around my skin, tattoos that I never wanted watching me, taunting me as they wait to fade.

No one else has come since they left. No food or water just darkness in this cold hell. Each passing second ticks by agonizingly slow as I count to fill my time and distract my mind. I hang onto each number hoping that by the next one the door will open or food will slide in. 25054...25055...25056...25057... one breath in one breath out 25058. Over and over again I count each number a breath, each number telling me that I am okay, that I am still in one piece.

They can't take what I don't give. And I did not give them anything, not yet, even if they touched me, raped me they have not won they have nothing.

Footsteps ones that have not walked this hall in 25172 seconds. The lock clicks not on the flap but on the door. 2 seconds later light floods the room. Shutting my eyes I wait blinking back tears as my eyes adjust. "Ahh, what's that disgusting smell? Huh, little girl you look dread full, bored with us gone?" The older man asks chuckling.

Squinting in the harsh light I scowl spitting at his feet "looks like someone forgot to throw away the trash."

My mind is in a drugged fog, the man moves like lightning grabbing my hair and pulling me off the ground. "Move that mouth again and we will stuff it, " I go green at his implication. He smirks dropping me roughly to the floor as I remain silent.

"Come on little girl I feel like getting paid today, " he calls walking out the door. "Grab her boys the men must be getting anxious." At the man's call, two more men grab me under my arms hauling me off the floor.

I let them drag my limp body through the metal door that I had long since stopped trying to escape from. How long ago was it hours, a day, a week? Judging by my body possibly a few days. My counting only lasted till I went to sleep then I had to start all over again. But the hunger gnawing at my stomach is not much worse than when I did a 30-hour famine in middle school.

Up the stairs of the door, I tried to escape from, they drag me. My already cut legs getting new ones against the concrete steps.

How are they going to sell me off? Are they going to bathe me and dress me up like a nice little doll? Are they going to throw me on a podium for all the disgusting men to ogle and bid for? Is each person who wants me going to get a free test drive to know if they like the product?

The thought alone fuels my anger twisting my stomach. Pigs all of them using innocent people for their own gain. My limp body tenses as my anger grows. Minutes pass as I continue to remain limp teeth clenched. Fighting would be futile in my weakened state. My body craves proper food and rest, even then I am no match for healthy men. Let alone four men against one beaten woman, the odds of my escape are slim to none.

My skin prickles as the men slow in front of a door 475 steps from my cell. Still, no windows aglow with fresh light instead I bask in the warmth of good LED lights. A shocking difference from the cold cells a floor below. The slimy old man wastes no time pushing open the wooden door and waltzing in.

The cold concrete switches to a plush carpet making me sigh at the small bit of warmth it provides. Tilting my head up I squint at the sight. The room is small not much bigger than the cell I was being held in. A red carpet lays covering most of the floor beaten by the weight of people walking across it. The room is bright with lights shining in a photo shoot set up in the middle. A metal table rests in the middle of the room all the lights angled in its direction.

Computer monitors line the wall on the other side of the lights fans blasting to cool the circuits. One solo camera is angled at the metal table.

I gulp at the sight of men leering at me as they scatter around the room adjusting lights and computers. I get hauled over to the table draped across the hard surface warmed from the harsh lights. The goosebumps across my skin dissipate from the warmth momentarily.

I tilt my head squinting my eyes at the men beside me. Cold leather snaps across my ankles and waist. Shooting up I swing my arms at the men beside me foolishly. My weak attempt at fighting back quickly halts as hands grab my shoulders and arms forcing me back down. Two more leather straps wrap around my wrists tightly securing me to the table.

"Now now just relax girl this will be over soon." The old man whispers stepping in front of the lights. "We aren't going to do anything to you just take some quick pictures that's all." He brushes his knuckles across my cheek. I flinch away turning my head out of his reach.

Hands straighten my clothes before footsteps walk away. The snap of a camera goes off signalling the start of their disgusting shoot. My eyes stay firmly shut from all the light that is coming at me. Minutes pass with the click of the camera before fingers begin to type on a keyboard.

"And it's up. The bidding has started, " a voice says.

"Good good what are we starting at?" The old man asks.

"So far $500 and rising sir."

"Good, keep the bidding up for thirty minutes I want this one to go by fast." I can hear the smirk in his voice and feel the money in his eyes as he probably watches the screen.

A millennium passes as I lay on the table soaking up the little warmth the lights provided. Gasps echo throughout the room alerting my senses. "Can it be he hasn't been on here in months?" A different voice says.

"It's his name you dim wit so I think it's him." Another says.

"Well yeah, but why?"

"I don't know and I don't care those people always pay well so if they buy it doesn't matter." A thwack echoes around the room before a quick grumble comes from the one hit.

"Come on...come on...YES. Little girl you just got us a big one." The old man says. Footsteps move my way blocking out the light at my sides. Metal clicks as the leather fall free of my ankles and wrists. Once all the straps keeping me to the table fall to the ground hands hoist me up.

My head swims at the sudden rush of blood my body limp. The concrete meets my feet again as we leave the photo room.

I raise my head when they take a left turn instead of a right. Where are they taking me now? Shouldn't I return to my cell until the person who bought me gets here? More stairs come into view as we follow the old man. Up and up we go floor by floor like clockwork. 20...30...100...150.

The air grows crisper the farther we go up into the building the musk and dust staying locked in the basement below. One door after another down hall after hall. Voices begin to get louder till one final door is opened and an overwhelming amount of voices flood into my ears. My head rings as I get dragged across a lush red carpet. I spot some people men and women alike talking, drinking, some doing other things. Must be a casino of some sort. None turn their heads as we pass used to the sight.

A brush of wind shakes my hair as we walk through black curtains to a back room. The cold chill is a familiar feeling this time of year. "Hey man this the one he bought?" the new voice whistles. I don't flinch not even a muscle when the newcomer's eyes trace my body. The two men talk for a few minutes smoking beside two sets of rolling doors.

The cold air is more condensed here seeping into the floor leaving it permanently chilled. The metal wheels screech as they are forced to move. A big gust of wind makes me shiver my muscle tensing at the discomfort as my skin prickles. Clouds cover the night sky making it a pitch-black abyss.

Crunching myself up I attempt to hold in the little warmth I have. My feet leave the ground as the men carry me taking all my weight. A black car shines under the single light on the outside of the building. Trees whisper in the wind the leaves scattering from their branches.

The men hoist me up before tossing me into the back of the car. The warmth of the leather and shield from the wind is a pleasant release. My small bubble of peace shatters as the old man leans on the open door. "Well little girl our fun has ended, be good to your new master I hear he is quite the pleasant young man. Bye-bye now."

Before I can react his hand grasps my ankle and a small pinch shoots up my leg. Looking over at him I shoot as much venom and hatred I can muster in his direction as my world falls into darkness once again.

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