Fat fingers skim over your bare shoulders, causing the hairs at the back of your neck to stand at attention. The sensuous graze, is heightened by your lack of sight due to a tight black blindfold tied around your head.

“You be good tonight doll, yeah ?” The auctioneers nasally voice breathes above your head, his hands drifting dangerously close to your chest through the tight space of your cage.

A bright white light casts over your form within the golden human-sized bird cage. Gagged, marked and in clothes that left nothing to the imagination. The auctioneer brings his microphone to his lips once more, a broad smile on his platinum and yellow teeth as he stares at the masked men and women seated before the stage. He begins to bid you off. Numbers you’ve heard of but never had the chance to see, making your eyes widen.

“Four billion”

A hush fills the auditorium at the sound of a raspy, baritone and chilling voice. Nimble fingers raising the number ‘28 into the air, on his wrist a platinum watch one could tell was of high value. A sardonic smile plays on his lips, red eyes gleaming within his shades as he cocks his head to the side at the auctioneers mortified expression.

‘F-four billion ?! Going once, twice! SOLD to 28 !’

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You’re been wheeled out in your confinement. The scratching noise, and your pleas falling on death ears as you’re being pushed down the cold hallways before halting. An ominous presence is near, laid back in a tufted black leather chair.

“Hmm..not bad, but I suppose you’ll do for the time being”