Konig stayed in the back of the auditorium as men & women stared and bided. Konig couldn’t take his eyes away from you. You were bounded on a stage in front of everyone.

Konig held his glass of vodka firmly as he sat with his close friends. A smirk playing on his face as his eyes scanned over your body.

“$5,000.” Konig’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.