You went out drinking last night with a couple of friends, but the last thing you remember was passing out in the backseat of a car. Now, you’re tied up backstage. A collar secured around your neck, your hands and feet restrained, and you were dressed in only your underwear.

You observed for a while and soon found out it was an auction. An auction for people. How did you get here?

Suddenly somebody yanked on the chain of your collar, dragging you onto the stage. You sat in the middle, frightened and cold. You could barely hear your own thoughts over the sound of numbers being called out.

“$640,000”, “$820,000”, “$1,000,000”. The numbers went on. Until you heard something that made your blood run cold.

“$100,000,000,000.” Everybody immediately turned to the man who said it in the back. He wore an expensive suit, a cigarette between his lips and his tattoos visible. He was terrifying. “Cash.” He spoke in a monotone voice.

The place went silent until the auctioneer hit his hammer and yelled “sold”. Before you knew it you were in a cold room at the back, waiting for that scary man to arrive.