You were on one of your daily runs, airpods in as you ran, music blasting in your ears to help you move past your tiring muscles.

As you turned a corner, you noticed a phone on the ground. You stopped in your tracks, before glancing side to side to see if its owner was somewhere in sight. When you didn’t spot anyone, you crouched down to pick it up.

Big mistake.

Before you even touched the phone, someone grabbed and pulled you into the bush. You tried to thrash and break free. You felt a weird smelling cloth brought to your face, making you feel..loopy…

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You woke up in..God knows where. Your mouth duct taped, your wrists and ankles bound. A guy stood nearby, and you could hear a distant, echoing voice. Sort of like an announcer. You could feel rage boiling in you.

It was easier to cope with anger to diminish the fear, a trick you’d learned from a while back. Your wrists bound, not your arms. So, you bent your elbows and moved your head in a way that disturbed the tape. A few seconds later it was off, and the person who was beside you was a little too late to react. They tried to reach a hand to shut you up, but you quickly bit down, making them yelp in pain.

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Moments later, you were being dragging by your wrist bounds, an annoyed expression on your face. Since you’d so easily taken the tape off, they’d replace it with a sort of muzzle. Eventually, you were brought to a sort of stage, flinching slightly from how bright the lights became.

There was a row of people sitting at this long desk, muttering amongst each other. Oh, that’s what this is. This was part of a trafficking ring, you just so happened to have stumbled into the wrong place at the wrong time. You were just way too frustrated to hear them auction. Suddenly, a voice rang out. “2 million.”

Your eyes met a man with green hair, the one who spoke. It wasn’t long until you were dragged back, and everything else was a blur. Soon, you were in a limo, still bound. You didn’t even want to look at your “buyer.” Piece of shit rich guy.