Page 1 of Owned By Frank
THE AUCTION
My wrists are burning. My ankles hurt. The cold embraces me and makes my body shake.
My eyes are covered with a black blindfold that doesn't let me see anything at all. I cannot scream, nor ask for help and beg for my life, I cant pronounce a word because that filthy rag covering my mouth, but even if it wasn’t there, I would probably be too weak to do it anyways.
How did I end up in this condition?
How did I end in this filthy? Who is doing this to me?
And more importantly… what did they bring me here for?
I hear the door creak, the wooden door that makes an annoying squeaking sound and terrifying sound given I don’t know who is behind it. I stay in complete silence to listen for what follows but nothing… the only thing I can hear is an anonymous breathing.
I don't move, I wait for the next step, they approach until they reach the where I am.
- It is time... - says one of them.
- At last... - answers the other and gets me on my feet.
I don't move, I don't struggle or anything similar. These guys are huge fucking monsters who with the slightest movement could hurt me, I know there is no chance for me to win…
I feel the strings on my wrists being loosened, followed by those on my legs, I don't deny it I'm pretty scared of what they're going to do to me. Is it time? What did they exactly mean by that?
Then they undo the knot in the blindfold that covers my eyes. I open them slowly, there is no light but that does not prevent me from seeing. My eyes go through every part of the room.
The dirty walls, the greenish color is losing its tone while black takes up almost half of the room and the huge cracks are beginning to be more visible.
This place is going to fall apart sooner or later.
I open my eyes wide open, when I see the guy in front of me. He's wearing the same thing as always but this time I can see his face. He has several scars on his face, these make the guy more scary than usual.
- If you scream or try to run away I assure you that you will not get out of here alive, so do your part or you won't want us to act the hard way.
I don't respond, I remain silent even when the filthy rag has been removed from my mouth.
The other guy holds me by the neck and demands that I fully wake up. So I do, I start walking slowly and it's just that so much time being tied up and lying down has weakened my legs to the point where it's hard to walk.
We leave the room and that's when I start to feel afraid. Questions about what they will do to me start to pop into my head.
Is this the end of me?
Are they going to kill me, will they?
I can only think of someone, that little -year-old girl who must be waiting for me with nothing but worry.
In my parents. They must be looking for me in the sky, sea and land, I miss them. I miss them a lot.
I can't afford to cry; I must be brave and not let them see my weakness, because apart from them it would cause me a great disappointment of myself.
I breathe forcibly as I suppress the tears at all costs.
The corridors are red in color, long and narrow, carrying an endless number of rooms apart from mine. I keep walking until one of them stops me in front of a room.
- Have her come in and keep her still - I'll get Candy- reports the one with the scars.
The other one nods and then pushes me suddenly into the place.
The door is closed with both of us inside. I stand completely still and look at the place.
