He then went over all the things I hadn't done as if this were some inexplicable thing.

The crowd murmured over each thing I hadn't done. I could feel the energy in the room explode around me. I could smell the greed to own these parts of me that hadn't ever been tapped.

"She is also 18 years old and a college student. We've seen her take quickly to training just in the short time she's been here. Let's start the bidding at $500. That's a steal folks do I hear $500?"

Training, what training were they talking about, I wondered feeling full of out rage. My face was lifted and turned toward the audience. I tried to control my emotions. Twin feelings of anger and fear felt like they might break free of my skin but I tried to remember my goal. To try to get whoever won the auction, whoever won me to like me and keep me so I never had to go back for conditioning and lessons from those horrible six men.

I tried to smile. I wanted the price to go as high as possible. I was borrowing the elegant woman's theory that a nicer type would get me the more the price went up. So I moved as I was told. I smiled as best I could while the price went up. Ironically I had sweating that first bid feeling that if someone didn't bid not only would I have to stay here but that I would be worthless and rejected.

It was hard to hold on to my self-esteem in a place like this. It seemed like all that matter was what other people thought of me now. I tended to feel that way before but now it was stronger.

The man who won me came right up on stage. He handed a bundle of cash to the auctioneer. I wondered how much it was. I had lost track. How could I have lost track of the price of my own virginity? I felt so stupid, lost and confused.

He was handsome in a worn and rugged sort of way but he didn't look like the sort of man who would have that much money. He smiled at me and beamed preening before the crowd. I wanted to hurt him then. My eyes must have shown it before I could check my emotions because he looked at me and sort of took a step back. He patted his unnaturally dark hair then seemed to make a decision. Picking up some things from the podium he approached me.

He clamped shackles attached by chains on my ankles, hand cuffed my wrists behind my back then placed a hood my head. I was being pushed now but I couldn't see. I had to move with only mincing little steps. It seemed to be a long time that we walked. I was barefoot. He was not. I could hear his shoes echoing on the concrete. I wondered when he would speak.

I said nothing. I didn't want to slow down getting out of there, wherever I was, I wanted to be anywhere else. There would be time for figuring out things later. I had to be careful. I had to make him love me a little if I could. I had never seen love except in the movies. I didn't believe in it but I was going to try my hardest.

I finally felt the wind on my arms. We were outside! I tried to breathe it in that fresh air borne on a breeze, but with the hood on I couldn't, not really. He handed me into a car that smelled strongly of leather. There was no comfortable way to ride in it with my hands cuffed behind my back.

"Where are we going?" I asked when I felt the car moving.

"You don't need to know." He said gruffly, but he helped steady me when the car stopped suddenly. My heart plummeted. I was fearful that he was going to take me back there.

When the car started moving again I let out a breath and tried to still the erratic fear fueled beat of my heart.

I didn't ask another question for the rest of the car trip. I was thinking though. It was clear this man was helping me not fall about the back of the care so maybe he cared a little already. I devoutly hoped so. It was too good to be true but hope is a funny thing it fills you against all logic sometimes. It also makes you bend logic at other times.

The car stopped and did not resume movement. He got out first then helped me out. We walked. My feet were cold now but I didn't dare say anything.

"You take a step up now." He suddenly said. It was one of the strangest things I've ever done, trying to go up a step with a hood over my face so I couldn't see. I felt relieved that I had managed it. I had the wild feeling I was stepping into nothing.

"Step up." He said again and again. I lost count of the all the steps. He un-cuffed my wrists when we got to the top, pushed me into a cushioned chair. I heard the click of one cuff on the arm of the chair.

I waited impassively for what would come next. I imagined him parting my legs and thrusting inside me, tearing me and making me a virgin no more. Instead I felt we were moving. We weren't in a car but I couldn't place where we were exactly until we lifted into the air. A plane, I was on a plane, with no idea where I was headed.

It wasn't the worst thing though, I thought to myself because even though it's further from my home it's also further from that place, that horrible place they had abducted me too.

He guided me out of the plane. I had thought going up the stairs was bad but coming down them unable to see was far, far worst. It was like stepping into a chasm and off the world each step down. There was an immense feeling of relief when my bare foot felt the solidity of the next step.

Once more we walked across a cold that I now knew was the tarmac. Again we got into a car. I could assume it was a limo now. The planed had been so quiet I could tell it had to be private. I had heard that small planes took longer to get from here or there. I wish I had more information so I could tell where we might be but the truth was, with him unwilling to speak to me, I had fallen asleep onboard. I didn't have a watch. I couldn't see anything so I had no idea how much time it had taken.

At one point I had to go to the bathroom. Instead of unlocking the cuffs, he had someone else; a woman put what must have been a sort of bedpan under me. I didn't think I could go like that with who knew how many watching.

Eventually the need became so great that I felt I couldn't hold out much longer. From the sounds it didn't seem like they were hovering over me and I did pee feeling like a child wetting herself. The hood I wore was a blessing then. It allowed me to have the illusion I was alone. It was an illusion though because shortly after I finished I was wiped and the pan was taken from under me.

The ride in the limo took a while, at least forty minutes. I was pulled out of the car when it stopped. We entered through a door that sounded thick when it closed. The echo of it's closing told me the room we were in was large. We went to another door this one wasn't as wide I could tell.

I was beginning to feel closer to the man who bought me. He had been kind. Other than refusing to answer questions and keeping me bound that is, he had taken good care of me.

So I had great hopes. I felt we were in a small elevator, because we were so close together and I felt that elevator drop feeling.

We went to another door and he sat me down in a chair again undoing the cuffs and then attaching them to the chair. He likewise this time unshackled my legs but attached each ankle to the chair legs so that my legs were somewhat apart.

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