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

Soap held his glass of scotch firmly as a cigarette hung from his lips. A smirk playing on his face as his eyes scanned over your body.

“$500,000.” Soap’s accent was thick and so confident as the room grew quiet. Whispers were heard. You stood handcuffed by your keeper who was grinning sinister-like.