Chapter 1 The Auction

• In the vibrant heart of London, a spirited young woman named Sabrina thrived in her life, finding solace and purpose within the walls of a quaint café. It was a place where she could immerse herself in the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the warmth of human connection. Within those comforting confines, she discovered joy and contentment, her dreams taking shape amidst the hustle and bustle of the city.
• But fate, with its unpredictable twists and turns, had a different plan in store for Sabrina. One fateful night, as the moon cast an eerie glow upon the streets, she embarked on her usual journey home, oblivious to the lurking shadows that concealed a sinister presence. Unbeknownst to her, the harmony she cherished was about to unravel, forever altering the course of her life.
• In an instant, the darkness swallowed her whole, as she became the unfortunate prey of a menacing force. With ruthless efficiency, they snatched her away, forcibly severing the threads that bound her to the life she held dear. The familiar sights and sounds of her beloved city vanished, replaced by an unsettling and disorienting reality.
• As Sabrina's eyes fluttered open, the harsh reality of her captivity enveloped her senses. Bound tightly to a cold and unforgiving pole, she found herself confronted by a haunting tableau of figures. Their predatory gazes mirrored the hunger of vultures, anticipating the anguish and fear that emanated from their helpless captive. In the face of such overwhelming terror, Sabrina's voice trembled, yet she summoned the strength to utter a defiant word, a plea for her stolen freedom: "No..."
• Her voice, though quivering, carried a flicker of determination. It was a proclamation of her refusal to succumb to the darkness that sought to engulf her. Deep within, a flame of resilience burned, pushing her to confront the unknown with unwavering courage.
• Tears cascaded down her cheeks, staining them with the pain and despair she felt. A profound sense of disgust and filth consumed her being. Throughout her 23 years of life, she had always adorned herself in Western attire, but the garments she wore in that moment barely offered a semblance of modesty.
• A deep longing to find solace in the shadows overwhelmed her, yet the cruel restraints of handcuffs rendered her immobile. She stood, vulnerable and exposed, confronted by a sea of a hundred pairs of eyes fixated on her, their hunger palpable. In her heart, a flicker of hope yearned for a miraculous intervention, but she knew all too well that placing faith in her fate would be a grievous mistake.
• Overwhelmed by the weight of those lecherous gazes, she tightly shut her eyes, unable to bear the torment any longer. Standing alongside her were thirteen or fourteen other girls, their demeanor surprisingly calm and composed despite the dire circumstances.
• She was someone who had learned not to expect anything from anyone. After finishing her shift at the humble café, she was simply heading home when an unexpected incident befell her. A wet sensation on her nose, a brief moment of confusion, and then darkness swallowed her consciousness. When she finally regained her senses, she discovered herself bound to a pole in a vast hall, surrounded by an ominous ambiance.
• Taking in her surroundings, she realized with a sinking feeling that she had been thrust into some kind of auction. Three unfortunate girls had already been sold right before her eyes, falling victim to the sinister individuals who held them captive.
• As she stood there, her appearance marred by tears and her makeup smudged, two girls whispered among themselves on her right side, their voices hushed but still audible to her sensitive ears. Their words, filled with judgment and disdain, reached her consciousness. Yet, instead of succumbing to despair, a flicker of hope sparked within her. Could her disheveled state deter potential bidders? The possibility lifted her spirits momentarily, and she closed her eyes, seeking solace in prayer. In that vulnerable moment of silent communication with a higher power, a sudden announcement reverberated through the hall, abruptly interrupting her thoughts and causing her eyes to snap open with a start.
• "Next up, it's the turn for the girl marked as number 15," an announcement echoed through the room, causing her to lower her gaze. To her astonishment, she discovered a piece of paper affixed to her chest, displaying the unmistakable number 15.
• Her heart pounded relentlessly within her chest as the bidding commenced. The tense atmosphere grew as someone expressed interest in acquiring her. The bidder offered a staggering sum of 15,000 pounds for her, causing a mix of anxiety and apprehension to surge through her veins. She turned her gaze toward the bidder, a man approximately 40 years old, whose eyes burned with a hunger and desire that sent a shiver down her spine. A lump formed in her throat, and a deep sense of unease settled within her being.
• As the men in the room continued to escalate their bids, a profound despair washed over her. In that harrowing moment, she longed for nothing more than to cease existing, for she was acutely aware of the horrifying fate that awaited her in the hands of the highest bidder.
• The bidding war intensified, each subsequent bid heightening her already overwhelming anxiety. Desperation coursed through her as she struggled to free her hands from the unforgiving restraints, her efforts growing more frantic. However, her attempts only resulted in her wrists being lacerated, blood mingling with her anguish.
• The physical pain paled in comparison to the torment of anticipation, as the auction unfolded before her eyes, sealing her destiny with every increasing bid.
• "5 Million pounds," a voice rang out from the crowd, instantly commanding silence throughout the hall. Every head turned, their attention drawn to the individual who had just placed the highest bid. With tears streaming down her face, she mustered the strength to glance in the direction of the bidder. However, in that very moment, her vision blurred, and she succumbed to the abyss of darkness, her consciousness slipping away.
• "To be continued…"