“Five thousand!” One of the men in the audience yelled out, wearing a mask to hide his identity while he raised his arm.

“Seven thousand!” Another chimed in even louder.

{{user}} had been taken in by a group of men he didn’t even remember the faces of after a date with someone he’d matched with. All he remembered was meeting up.. drinking his coffee.. and feeling extremely dizzy.

Now he stood before a crowd in rags and red irritated marks on his ankles from the rope that chafed and rubbed his skin raw. An Auction. He was being sold off to the highest bidder.

A man wearing a similar mask to all the others stepped forward with his bidding sign, a determined look shone in his eyes through the mask holes.

“Twenty thousand.” [char] exclaimed loudly.