Bree Bellucci - Bound And Sold

“I’ll give you 15,000 for the boy,” said a pack-a-day smoker’s voice from the back of the room, “The kid knows how to fuck.”

“15,000 going once,” said the leader “Twice…Sold! To the beautiful woman in the back, there.”

Applause erupted through the audience, and Charlie cast a terrified look back at his friends. What was going on?

“Gentlemen, if you would bring this boy to the processing chamber, we can move on with the auction. Congratulations, ma’am! This is a fine selection, indeed.”

The gunmen closed ranks on Charlie, taking him by either arm. He began to thrash against them.

“Let go of me!” he screamed, as they dragged him away.

“Charlie!” Addison cried, lurched toward him. She lost her balance, tripping on her chains, and fell forward onto the stage, landing hard upon her head. She rolled over, the world fading to white around her. Grayson hurried to her, leaning over her with tears in his eyes. In her shattered state, she couldn’t even turn to watch Charlie be pulled away. She dissolved into hysterical tears, lying there naked on the stage. Charlie being carried off was like a portion of her body being severed from her. She halfway wished that she would die there where she lay, suffer a heart attack or a stroke, anything to escape this horrible place.

But she knew that she wouldn’t be so lucky. This wouldn’t be over until they were all bought a paid for. And that, Addison suspected, would only be the beginning of the horror.