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Authors: Ashley Hunter
part of her brain, she’d convinced herself he was just drunk. This wasn’t going to happen.
How could it? In what part of the world could this take place?
But there she sat, too beaten and exhausted to even move, and men twice her age or more glared with bestial greed in their eyes as they all tried to outbid one another for her. For her body.
Kathleen, unable to lower her hands as they were chained and handcuffed to the bar, buried her face into her forearms and cried. She couldn’t even stand, much less fight. There was nothing she could do to defend herself, or protect herself from this.
“Five-hundred,” a greasy voice in the back cried, and Kathleen shuddered.
The other men guffawed in surprise or outright swore as none could afford to outbid such a price.
Kathleen glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw a middle-aged man with long stringy gray hair staring right at her face.
“Ya heard me,” he said. “I pay you five-hundred for this luscious tart.”
“Hoooo,” her stepfather said, impressed.
“Look at that, fatty, you’re worth something after all. I don’t think we can go higher ‘n that, eh boys? I do believe that means she’s sol—“
“A thousand.”
The words were a razor’s edge slicing across Kathleen’s face. Who could pay a thousand for her? This was insane!
The men in the bar shouted now, almost angry at this new bid.
“What’s that now,” her stepfather asked.
“I said,” a man sitting a dark table in the corner of the bar stood, “I’ll pay you a thousand dollars, cash, for her. Right now.”
“Now look here,” the middle-aged man said, standing and pointing a threatening finger, “I done already bid, and you—“
“Two-thousand,” the younger man said without even flinching.
“How far do you wish to take this?”
“I got a rifle in the truck,” the older man said, but her stepfather laughed it off and stepped forward, putting his hands on the old man’s chest to calm him down.
“Now, now, let’s not scare off this fine customer. Two-thousand, you say?”
“I-I can give you twenty-one-hundred by Tuesday if you’d just—“
“Three-thousand.”
“Now look here!” the old man shouted and threw his chair.
“You can pay me three-thousand, cash, right now?”
Kathleen shook her head, abhorred by the idea of being sold off to anyone.
The young man, handsome in his way, looked at her. There was an odd look of sadness in his eyes. “Yes sir.”
“Sold.”
Kathleen shook and buried her face in her arms again, unable to stop the sobs. Her life had just been ripped away from her and handed to this complete stranger. All of her dreams, the plans she had for her life, gone.
Who knew what horrors this sicko would visit on her defenseless body?
She knew he was a sicko too, because who else would come into this bar at this time of day and bid on a beaten and bruised girl?
There was no excuse for it.
In her fuzzy state, she missed when everyone cleared out. One moment she was sobbing into her arms, the next she was almost too exhausted to keep her eyes open.
When the chains unlocked above her, she hadn’t the strength to hold herself up. Before she could fall, however, a single strong arm caught her and lowered her to the floor.
“Once you take her, I don’t wanna hear from you again. You got me? This piece a property is sold as is. I ain’t responsible if you break her.”
Her stepfather chuckled above her.
When she opened an eye, she saw the young man knelt beside her, an expression of barely contained rage on his face.
“Yes. You’re excused.”
“That’s my chain, son.”
The young man threw the heavy chain at the old man. “Take it!”
Her stepfather cried out as the chain smacked him in the face, wrapping partially around his neck and chest.
In his drunken imbalance,
How could it? In what part of the world could this take place?
But there she sat, too beaten and exhausted to even move, and men twice her age or more glared with bestial greed in their eyes as they all tried to outbid one another for her. For her body.
Kathleen, unable to lower her hands as they were chained and handcuffed to the bar, buried her face into her forearms and cried. She couldn’t even stand, much less fight. There was nothing she could do to defend herself, or protect herself from this.
“Five-hundred,” a greasy voice in the back cried, and Kathleen shuddered.
The other men guffawed in surprise or outright swore as none could afford to outbid such a price.
Kathleen glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw a middle-aged man with long stringy gray hair staring right at her face.
“Ya heard me,” he said. “I pay you five-hundred for this luscious tart.”
“Hoooo,” her stepfather said, impressed.
“Look at that, fatty, you’re worth something after all. I don’t think we can go higher ‘n that, eh boys? I do believe that means she’s sol—“
“A thousand.”
The words were a razor’s edge slicing across Kathleen’s face. Who could pay a thousand for her? This was insane!
The men in the bar shouted now, almost angry at this new bid.
“What’s that now,” her stepfather asked.
“I said,” a man sitting a dark table in the corner of the bar stood, “I’ll pay you a thousand dollars, cash, for her. Right now.”
“Now look here,” the middle-aged man said, standing and pointing a threatening finger, “I done already bid, and you—“
“Two-thousand,” the younger man said without even flinching.
“How far do you wish to take this?”
“I got a rifle in the truck,” the older man said, but her stepfather laughed it off and stepped forward, putting his hands on the old man’s chest to calm him down.
“Now, now, let’s not scare off this fine customer. Two-thousand, you say?”
“I-I can give you twenty-one-hundred by Tuesday if you’d just—“
“Three-thousand.”
“Now look here!” the old man shouted and threw his chair.
“You can pay me three-thousand, cash, right now?”
Kathleen shook her head, abhorred by the idea of being sold off to anyone.
The young man, handsome in his way, looked at her. There was an odd look of sadness in his eyes. “Yes sir.”
“Sold.”
Kathleen shook and buried her face in her arms again, unable to stop the sobs. Her life had just been ripped away from her and handed to this complete stranger. All of her dreams, the plans she had for her life, gone.
Who knew what horrors this sicko would visit on her defenseless body?
She knew he was a sicko too, because who else would come into this bar at this time of day and bid on a beaten and bruised girl?
There was no excuse for it.
In her fuzzy state, she missed when everyone cleared out. One moment she was sobbing into her arms, the next she was almost too exhausted to keep her eyes open.
When the chains unlocked above her, she hadn’t the strength to hold herself up. Before she could fall, however, a single strong arm caught her and lowered her to the floor.
“Once you take her, I don’t wanna hear from you again. You got me? This piece a property is sold as is. I ain’t responsible if you break her.”
Her stepfather chuckled above her.
When she opened an eye, she saw the young man knelt beside her, an expression of barely contained rage on his face.
“Yes. You’re excused.”
“That’s my chain, son.”
The young man threw the heavy chain at the old man. “Take it!”
Her stepfather cried out as the chain smacked him in the face, wrapping partially around his neck and chest.
In his drunken imbalance,
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