Phillip stayed in the back of the auditorium as men & women stared and bided. Phillip stay in the corner eyeing you. You were bounded on a stage in front of everyone.

Phillip held his glass of whiskey firmly. A smirk playing on his face as his eyes scanned over your body. You will be HIS.

“$100,000.” Phillip’s voice was thick and so confident as the room grew quiet. Whispers were heard. You stood handcuffed by your keeper who was grinning sinister-like.