ROLEPLAY HQ - athrophy-of-the-mind

TW: Non-con, manipulation, drug use, kidnapping, slavery, abuse, possible mention of suicide, This is a dark themed RP, both partner consented to its contents and are making sure both parties are happy about the story :D

It was the end of another 18 hour shift for Hannah. Twelve of those she had spend in surgery, the other six she had done consultations. She could feel it in her bones as she stretched her back out and even went as far as to dab some cold water into the back of her neck, grunting softly as she did. She played with her finger hair with her hands, making it fall back into the loose curls around her shoulder before finally making her way over to her locker. Hannah loved her job. She was good at it too. At her young age of 28 she had already made quite a name for herself. She was wanted in the neurosurgeons world and was even one of the few females that worked in the field as succesfully as she did. Yet sometimes she could do without those 18 hour days. Without being on call 24/7. But she knew that at the same time she might grow bored quickly if she had more time on her hands. What would she even do with it? She hung up her white doctor’s coat and grabbed her green jacket instead as she clocked herself out. “Leaving already?” She turned around to the voice of one of her co-workers, Marc. A scrub nurse that she often did surgeries with. He was leaning against the side door with his arms crossed. “Ha ha, very funny.” She just said as she rolled her eyes at him with a smile. Marc just smiled back at her in that casual way that he usually did. “You know, my shift ends in an hour..” Marc suddenly said in a casual way and she knew exactly what was coming after so she stopped him right there. “No Marc, I am not going for dinner with you.” She shot him down, that smile instantly disappearing. “I am going home, sit on my couch, pet my cat and have a nice bottle of white wine while I relax with netflix on the background.” She said to him as she put her hands in the air in delight. “You are no fun, Hannah.” Marc complained. “I know, which is why I am surprised you are still trying.” She mocked him in a teasing way before slipping past him. “See you next shift Marc!” And

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with that she left. Heading towards the back entrance of the hospital. It was separated from the main entrance, ensuring that people could leave without being disturbed by patients on their way out. She rummaged through her purse to grab the keys of her car. Her heels clicking against the pavement as she did. She hardly was paying attention to her surroundings. She always parked her car in the same spot. She could walk to it blindly. No need to be looking around herself. @Knight Night 🛡 (I prefer to ping in roleplays so I know when it is my turn. I saw you and Nymph don’t do this. I can not ping if that is more comfortable for you, but I would like it if you ping me :D)

The two men sat in the darkened van, on on his phone scrolling through social media, the other looking through a dossier in a vanilla folder. “Dr. Hannah Witlock. Hrmph. Not often we get doctors.” The one with the dossier said. The man with the phone stopped scrolling for a moment looking at the man in the passenger seat almost as if the comment annoyed him. “It’s doesn’t matter who they are. They’re all going to the same place. You should already have that whole packet memorized, D.” The first man rolled his eyes. “We can’t all be as perfect as you, Charl-“ “What the fuck did I say about names, D!” The second man quickly snapped back. “Sorry, fine, C.” He sneered back. “What does a doctor do to end up in one of our folders anyway?” He queried the man with the phone. A long sigh came from C. “It’s in the packet.” There was a short pause before he began to elaborate, unsure D would even read the rest of the dossier. “She had a patient who wanted some extra scripts, she cut the old bastard off his pills. Unfortunately for the good doctor her patient has some ties to MoV. Masters of Virtue put together the dossier, and now we’re here. Now shut your mouth, do your homework, and keep your head down before they hand me a black dossier with your picture inside.” The veiled threat brought the conversation to an abrupt end. D buried his face in the file, doing his best to read it in the dim light. C suddenly slapped D’s shoulder. “There she is! You remember the plan, right?” D nodded. The two men exited the van, walking silently through the dark parking lot. They split off, C arching around to meet Hannah head on while D approached behind her. “Excuse me! Dr. Witlock, right? My mother is actually one of your patients, I was wondering if you had a second?” C called out as he walked toward her. He gripped the syringe in his coat pocket, waiting patiently for the right moment as he closed the distance between them. Just as C reached her, D wrapped a strong arm around

her chest from behind. His free hand quickly clamped over her mouth, stifling any shout of surprise that might escape her mouth. The trap was sprung. Dev is an idiot, but now I remember when I bring him along. He’s a useful idiot. C thought to himself as he drew the needle from his pocket and plunged it into the struggling doctor’s neck. It wouldn’t take long for the drugs to take effect. She should lose all voluntary motor function, then they would drag her to the van and they would be gone into the night. C had done his best not to feel for the people he procured, but he couldn’t help feeling sad for her. He knew what awaited her at the MoV warehouse. He had only been inside a few times, but that place troubles him. He turned his mind back to the task at hand. He just needed to get her into the van and to the warehouse then his job would be done. @Nakachu

The sudden call of her name surprised her. She looked up from her purse, still not having quite found her keys in the mess that she had made inside of it. Before her was a pretty generic male, average age. She didn’t think she had ever seen him before. Yet this was not the first time that a patients child would approach her about something. “Uhmm.. sure? I will say though that this is not the appropri..” she was about to tell him as she suddenly felt that arm wrap around her. She shouted into the hand that quickly clamped over her mouth. Her arms came up to try and pull it off her, but it was no use they were stronger then her. She tried to scream as hard as she could, but there was nobody around to her her muffled screams. Her eyes went wide as she saw the guy pull the syringe and she tried one more useless attempt to break herself free before she felt the needle plunge into her neck. It took only seconds before she started to feel her strength leaving her. Her whole body seeming to just relax till she could not even hold her own weight up anymore. She was completely paralyzed, unable to move even her fingers. She tried to scream again, but even her voice no longer worked with her. All she could do was breath and feel her heart beat inside her throat. Even just moving her eyes to see was a struggle. They started to drag her into that van and there was nothing that she could do about it. Tossed in the back like a bag of potatoes. Nothing left for her to do but to think about her predicament. What just happened.. who are they? She tried so hard to remember them, but she was sure that she had seen neither of them before. So what do they want with me..? She had never done anything to warrant getting kidnapped for it, had never gotten involved in gangs or drugs. This all did not make sense. She could feel that cars engine starting and she just took a deep breath, trying her best to swallow the saliva in her mouth down so she wouldn’t be drooling over herself

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. It is likely a neuro-blocker.. she thought to herself, trying to use her logic and push her feelings aside for now. Those last.. a couple hours? Shit.. That was not good and it all depended on the dose she had been given. She had not seen how full the syringe had been. @Knight Night 🛡

The two men carrier her to the van, tossing her into the vehicle. “Poor girl.” D muttered before receiving a sharp elbow to the ribs from C for his comment. C hopped into the driver’s seat once again, starting the van and pulling away once D was back in the passenger seat. It was an hour and a half drive to the port, only recognizable to someone on the floor of the van from by the screech of gulls, the blast of a ship’s horn, the scent of large diesel engines, and the smell of salty sea air. The entire ride had been in complete silence; C because he was contemplating the weight of his actions and what his life will amount to when he is gone, and D because he didn’t want to be hit by C again. The vehicle came to a halt outside a dingy warehouse, dimly lit and dirty looking. The two men exited the vehicle and opened the rear doors, taking hold of Hannah’s ankles and dragging her out of the vehicle and into their arms. D cradled her in his big arms as if she was a child as they walked toward the door at the side of the building. A closer inspection of the property would reveal several key oddities: first was the complete lack of windows on the outside of the warehouse, second the amount of security around the facility, and third the amount inexplicable number of high-end sports cars parked in the next lot over. A guard at the side of the building nodded at the two men and opened the door. Music could be heard thumping from deeper inside as they entered the back room. At first glance this place was a kennel, filled with cages all the way up the wall. A kennel would be an appropriate word, if kennels typically housed people. Only a few of these cages, 3 or 4, housed captives. They were miserable looking people, men and woman alike, from all walks of life. Many of them were dirty, disheveled, frail. Hannah was lifted into a cage on the second tier up, her limp body laid on the rough blanket set over the bottom of the cage. C stood at the open gate to the cage,

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staring at Hannah, a somber look on his face. “The drugs should wear off soon. Try to start slow. It will take a while before they are fully out of your system. They should send someone around soon. I’m sorry about this. Good luck.” And with those final words C shut the cage and locked it. As the two men exited the room back into the cool night air Dr. Hannah Witlock’s old life would end, and her new one would begin.

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The entire trip was agony for Hannah. Unable to move or even properly see outside of the van the time seemed to go so incredibly slow. Left alone with her her thoughts as she could not even move the hair away that were bothering her face. A million things going through her brain as she tried to figure out how this had happened, why this had happened. The only thing she could think off was that it was family of a previous patient of hers that had died in surgery. It happened, just like with any surgery. Everything had a risk and even if Hannah’s reputation was good, even she had people who died at her table. But would that be enough for someone to kidnap her like this? Over the hour and a half she slowly got used to the feeling of being unable to move. She got better at swallowing away her own saliva and near the end she even felt like maybe she could get a few words out of her mouth if she really really tried. But the van was so eerily silent that she didn’t even try to test her theory. Finally that van stopped and she just found her eyes moving frantically as she tried to figure out where they were. She once more tried to move her fingers or toes, but there was still nothing happening. She got pulled out of that van, having no way to defend herself as she was picked up into one of the mens arms. The horrible smell that clung around him filled her nose and she didn’t like it at all. He smelled of day old sweat and stale bread. But there was nothing she could do about it either. But that smell was soon not the worst thing that was bothering her. As thy entered facility and she saw the cages lining the walls she could feel the panic inside of her rising. Her heart rate once more picking up till she was sure that she would send herself in a panic attack. What was this place? Why was she here? Her eyes met with that of one of the males that was locked in a cage and the look in them scared her more the anything. The look of sorry this happened to you, the pure

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pity and despair. She once more tried to fight against the grip, but other then a slight twitch in her fingers she still could not move. She was lifted into one of the cage and locked eyes with one of the men who had brought her here. She finally put her theory to the test and opened her mouth. “H..help.. p-please..” forming the words was hard, not having full control over her mouth. It sounded slurred and drunk, but she was sure that he heard her. Not that it mattered, they turned around and left, leaving her alone in that cage. The first thing she noticed was the cold of the metal, the draft that went through that hallway. They had not been wrong when they said that the drugs were going to wear off soon. Slowly but surely she was managing to move more and more of her hands and her toes. Her muscles were sore from having stood still for so long and she groaned slightly as she fought against the drugs. It took another half hour before she was able to sit herself up and sit against the back of the cage. She was nowhere near recovered yet, every movement taking her a lot more effort then it should, but at least she was not entirely paralyzed anymore. And she could finally see around a small bit. What is this place…? “Hello?” Her voice still sounded strange, but she found that she could talk again. No answer came, yet she knew there were people. “Hello!?” She tried a bit louder. “Ssssst!” Was all that came from the other side, a voice that sounded terrified that she had even dared to raise her voice. So Hannah stayed silent after that. @Knight Night 🛡

A door opened on the far side of the room and with it “-and here we have the cattle room.” A man in a black tux entered the room, slicked back black hair, and white gloves. He spoke with a very proper English accent. “We keep the livestock in these cages until they are ready to perform or be auctioned off. You’ve already met most of the livestock in the great room, and do so hope they have been to your liking, Mr. Tumbletherp.” “Yes yes, they were all fine. They just weren’t as feisty as I was hoping.” An incredibly rotund man entered the room after the well kept gentleman. He was short, fat, completely bald, and spoke with a deep Tennessee accent. He wheezed as he walked in, surveying the cages before him. He walked down the row of cages where Hannah was stowed away. His eyes locked with here’s before drifting over her body. He licked his lips, breathing heavily. “Oh, oh my, she would do quite nicely!” He croaked out as he pointed at Hannah, hopping almost giddy at his discovery. The well dressed man stepped between Mr. Tumbletherp and Hannah’s cage. “I’m afraid she is not currently available, sir. She is a special item to be auctioned off tomorrow evening.” The fat man stomped his foot and squealed. “But I want her!” He shoved a finger up in the tall man’s face. “Listen here, J, I didn’t join MoV to be told no! I am to be given what I want, when I want it! Let me at least break her in. I can make it worth you while!” J stood unflinching before Mr. Tumbletherp, taking a moment before responding. “And the council does appreciate your junior membership with us here, but there is an order to uphold. She is to be unsullied for her new owner. If you are so interested you may place your bid tomorrow evening with the others.” The unsightly man stamped his feet, shouting and cursing as he was urged out of the room by Mr. J. The door was shut, the music one again muffled, the light once again full and dim. Hannah was again left with her thoughts.

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The moment that door opened she flinched, pressing herself tighter against the wall. She saw the two men coming through, the music blasting louder in the background. She heard them talking, yet it took her moments to start to register what was being said. Cattle room? Perform? Auction? She tried to allow as much information into her mind as she could from what was being said. It might be important later. But she got distracted when the gross looking male came closer to her. He wanted her? For what? She couldn't helo the anger that played on her face as the two guys exchanged talk. She had half a mind to shout back at them, but her body was not quite there yet. Not to a place where she could trust it. Break her in.. Another of those terms that she didn't like the sound off. But it was the last bit that truly scared her. Special item to be auctioned tomorrow.. unsullied. Her eyes went wide and as they turned she could no longer hold herself back. "What does that mean?" She asked, but there was no answer. She got ignored completely. "I asked what does that mean!?" She shouted after them, but once more she got ignored. "HEY!" The door closed and the moment it did she heard a frantic voice from the other side. "Shut up! Please.. you are going to make this worse for all of us.." again the fear in that voice was what scared her. "Make what worse?" She tried, but there was silence again. What the fuck did I get myself into.. @Knight Night 🛡

There was a series of three loud metallic clanks on the door to the cattle room, quickly followed by a chorus of frightened whimpers from the other captives. The door swung open as a skinny, tall man with a shiny bald head stepped inside and shut the door behind him. In his hand was a cattle prod. “You fuckin’ animals, I told ya to keep it down in here!” He said in a thick Brooklyn accent. The man marched down the isle menacingly. He laid eyes on Hannah and pointed at her. “You! You’re new so you don’t know the rules, but you’re gonna fuckin’ learn quick!” He walked to the cage across from Hannah’s. “Nononono” came the fearful voice from the other side. “You get the stick, sure, but every one else gets it twice as bad for your fuck up.” He thrust the prod into the other cage eliciting a a scream from his victim. A choir of the miserable rose to join the scream. The bald man walked to each of the occupied cages repeating the process, drawling out screams and howls, followed by the whimpers of the injured trying to keep their voices down. Finally he stood before Hannah’s cage. He raised the handle of the device, pointing to the power control. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m sure you’ll catch on soon enough. Hopefully you learn quick, for all of their sake.” He nodded to the other captives before making a show of turning the prod down from seven to two. With his semantics done he thrust The prod into Hannah’s side for a moment, before withdrawing it and quickly exiting the room. @Nakachu

The sudden sound of the door took her by surprise. Maybe they were finally going to answer her questions or at least tell her a bit about what was going on. But she soon discovered that as not what was going to happen. The shouting of him and the instant whimpers of the others told her that this was not good. Her eyes going down to the cattle prod in his hand. Surely that is not what I think it is.. She could only pray before it was already thrust into the side of one of the girls. Her screams were blood curdling, making Hannah instantly sick to her stomach. Her hand coming to cover her own mouth as she felt tears sting her eyes for the first time. “No, wait! Stop! Please!” She shouted after him but he already moved to the next and put it in their side as well. Each time the screams filled that room so loudly that she was sure that whoever was behind that door with the music could easily hear them. And then he moved to her. She quickly pressed herself against that back wall, getting away from him as far as she could. But that stick was longer the she could hide away from him. She watched him dial down that knob to a lower setting before she too got it stuck to her side. It snapped against her skin, sending a shock through her that still rocked her body. She yelped out loudly, her muscles jerking painfully. She could not even imagine how that felt on a higher setting. She said no more after that, realizing that she had caused the pain for all those others. If she caused herself issues that was on thing.. but causing it to them. But why was she spared? Then she remembered what had been said. She is to be unsullied for her new owner. Did that mean they could not hurt her as bad as the others? She pushed her shirt up from her side where he had put the prod against her. There were two small red dots, but they would be gone in just an hour or two. If that had been higher.. she was sure it left a burn on the skin of the others. In the very least knowing that

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someone didn’t want her hurt could work to her benefit. She had to make sure to keep that in mind. She sat down against the wall and slowly but surely she started to piece the information she had been given together. She forced herself to push her emotions aside and instead concentrate on what she had learned. Her eyes closed for a moment she just went over it in her head. The conclusion she came to was terrifying. Human trafficking. It was the only thing that would explain what she was told. That she was up for auction tomorrow, that they could make a bid for her. Just thinking that someone like that bald man would get to pay for her made her stomach turn again. But why was she being auctioned tomorrow..? Why so fast? When it seemed that the others who were across from her had been here way longer then she had. Was it because of how she had been grabbed? Surely there were camera’s on the hospitals parking lot.. someone would miss her and the police would do their part. Was that why? There was so much she didn’t know yet, so much she wanted to know. But there was nobody there to answer her questions. For now all she could do was sit back and wait.. wait for she didn’t even know what. @Knight Night 🛡

MF: The rest of the night was more or less uneventful. At some point around 3am the performers were brought back into the cattle room and placed in their respective cages. The group of men and women looked exhausted, most of them dressed in skimpy clothing like they had been dancing as entertainment. Others were dressed as waiters or chefs. It seems the merchandise was also used to run the establishment, specializing in service, cooking, and other services it would seem. They silently shuffled into their cells, not wanting to risk the prods of the guards. Most looked miserable, though some kept a brave face. This group looked much better cared for, most were fit and toned. They were the front of the house and they were bought and traded by the members of this group on a whim. No one made a sound through the night, save for one man in a corner cage doing his best to stifle his crying. The morning announced itself as a beam of light through a tiny window at the top of the room. The door to the cattle room opened and a small, kindly looking older woman came shuffling in. A tough-looking security guard kept a close eye from the doorway. The old woman went directly to Hannah’s cage. “Come along, dearie. We need to get you cleaned up.” She unlocked the cage and offered Hannah her hand. “You’ve got a busy day ahead of you. Please, put this on.” She outstretched her hand. In it was a small wrist gauntlet with a small electronic component on it. “I’m a little old lady, so they want to have some guarantee you won’t just beat me to death and run away.” She laughed sweetly, the way a grandmother might. (edited)

The ‘cattle room’ as they had called it was an awful place. It was not even just the cages that made it so uncomfortable. It was everything at once. It was that cold metal that just seemed to send a chill through the air. It was that scratchy rug that offered no comfort at all. It was the dim lighting that always left you eyes guessing what was lurking in the distance. It was the moaning of the other people, making their discomfort known to those around them. But more then anything it was the endless silence and time that she had gotten offered. That space to be left with your own mind in a situation like this was the most dangerous thing of all. Yet even with all that she had eventually started to drift off. Between the stress of the situation and the 18 hour shift she had just pulled at work, she was exhausted. Even if she didn’t want to, her body was failing her and she felt her eyes slowly fall closed. She only got shook awake once more when the rest of the group was brought back into that place as well. It had seemed empty before and Hannah now understood why. It was because most of the people had been in that room that had the music blasting. She would look into their eyes, taking in their appearance. At least they did not seem as miserable as the other ones had that she had seen. That was a good sign right..? After that the place had gone quiet once more and eventually sleep had claimed even Hannah. Falling asleep against the bars of the cage, her body huddled together against the cold that was in the room. She had been glad that she had her coat when they had taken her, it brought her at least some warmth during the night. And she did not wake up till the next morning, when the sun conveniently shone right into her cage from that small window at the top. She looked up at it and just the sight of the sun being so out of reach made her heart heavy with emotion. She stretched her body out, groaning as she did. She was stiff from sleeping in the cold on the

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hard floor of the cage. Not to speak of the neuro-blocking drugs that she had been given the day before. But she would manage. It didn’t take long for that door to open again and she could already hear the small cries of her fellow prisoners. It seemed that door brought trouble and she believed it instantly. Yet what came through it was much more of a surprise. A small old woman and she was walking right towards Hannah. She couldn’t help but be suspicious of the woman as she came closer to her. Her cage got unlocked and her eyes would go to the male that stood guard by the door and then to the woman who was offering her hand to help Hannah out. This was not the time to make a run for it.. that much was clear. So instead she decided to play along. She climbed out of the cage, feeling her body complain as her feet hit the ground. She took the device from the older woman and looked it over. It looked harmless enough.. and it wasn’t like she had a choice right? Just don’t give them a reason to use it.. So she put it on her wrist like she had been instructed too before following the grandma in slow and steady steps. “A busy day of what?” She tried then, her voice low and non threatening. “Can you tell me what they plan to do with me?” It was worth a shot. @Knight Night 🛡

“Relax, sweetie. It isn’t my place to give you those answers, I just look after people like you. You can call me Gran Titti, or just Gran if you like.” She offered Hannah her elbow as if she needed to be walked across the street. “Let’s head to the bath house first. You must be exhausted.” She led the doctor from the room. The guard followed them at a distance. The door opened to a long hallway, the walls a plush deep red velvet. To the left seemed to be a the main room, though the view was obstructed by the hallway. The walls there too seemed to have the red velvet and went up at least 9 meters. Gran Titti lead them to the right, down the dim hall lit by lanterns mounted to the wall every 3 1/2 meters. Toward the end of the hall was a velvet door with a gold, ornate handle. Gran opened the door to reveal a large bathhouse. The room was tiled floor to ceiling in swirling green emerald 8cm tiles, the tiles even wound their way up the pillars on each of the four corners of the large pool in the middle. As Gran Titti brought Hannah into the room, the guard stepped inside and closed the door behind them. “Okay, dearie. Go have yourself a bath. I’ll probably soak my feet while you do.” Gran took off her house slippers and sat on the edge of the warm pool, dipping her feet in but careful not to wet the edge of her pants. Steam rose in wisps off the water. Gran looked back at Hannah expectantly. “Well come on, what are you waiting for?”

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The whole situation was so surreal. This entire time she had felt so powerless, so scared. Especially after that person had come out with the cattle prod. She had not been expecting to be shown any kindness. So when this old lady seemed to offer her just that, she could not help but be skeptical about it. Yet she took that arm and would follow her down that hallway. Her eyes darting from side to side to take in as much of her surroundings as she could. The area that they entered through that door almost seemed like it belonged to a whole different building. Going from the cold and bare walls, to the red velvet that climbed up these. She walked down, still craning her neck to try and see everything. There was no music this time and the place seemed empty except for the two of them. They reached the bathhouse and she was once again amazed. Under any other circumstance she would have felt blessed to find her there. The steam rising up from the warm pools looking inviting. There was even a nice floral smell that seemed to be wafting through the air of the room. “Well come on, what are you waiting for?” She looked at the old lady almost in disbelief before turning further to look at the guard. He was tall, broad and looked strong. Her eyes stern and serious, but what bothered her the most was that those eyes were trained on her. There was no way that she was undressing herself like this. “Surely he can turn around now. I don’t need him supervising how I clean myself.” She said as she kept her eyes on the guard instead of grandma Titti. But to show her good will she did start to take off her shoes and her jacket. She folded up her jacket and placed it around the side as she waited for Gran Titti’s answer. @Knight Night 🛡

“Dearie, eyes have been on you since the moment you entered this place. That isn’t going to change, I’m afraid. You get use to it after a while.” Gran held up her arm revealing a matching gauntlet on her arm under her flowing sleeve. “Best to just do what you have to and get on with it.” She smiled sweetly, almost hiding all the pain behind her eyes. “You do as you’re told, you obey, and you’ll get more rights. You could even be the head of a household one day if you play your cards right. Just like me.” Again that sad smile crossed her face. The older woman turned her attention back to her feet in the pool. She kicked her legs slowly, feeling the water flow over them. “You have so much to learn about this world, doctor. Best you leave that life behind you.”

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She had not expected to see the wrist bad around the older woman wrist. For a moment she just stood there and contemplated everything. She had thought the woman to be part of the complex, but instead she was here against her will just like she was. How long had she already been here? How long had this organization been able to do what the pleased? How many women and men had found themselves in this place, scared and broken. Well I am sorry Gran.. but I am not ready to give up like you did. Yet it had the opposite effect on Hannah then the woman might have hoped for. It only made her more angry, more upset. To know that even woman like this old lady would get shocked if she stepped out of line. Her mind going back to that night before when the other slaves had been punished for her behavior instead of her.. and it seemed that rule still seemed to apply. They could not hurt her, at least not badly. So her eyes went back to that security guard, the anger in them clear as she started to undress herself. She didn’t care to fold her clothes then, just piling them up in a corner. Her eyes never left the guards, forcing him to keep them on her as well. It was a stupid trick, but it did what she had wanted. It had kept his eyes from dipping down her. She only let his eye hold on him go when she was fully undressed and turned around to step into the water. The water gave a bit of comfort. Almost like a shield that made it just a small bit harder to look at her. And the warmth of it was a welcome change as well. The way that it helped her sore muscles almost made a soft satisfied hum come from her lips. She let herself dip under, wetting her finger waves and turning them into a darker auburn color as they stuck to her face. She let the water warm her and as she was now in the water she noticed the floral scent came straight from oils that danced on the top of them. She guessed they took care of the items that they were about to ‘auction’. She was not naive enough to k

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now that she would get them more money if she looked clean and smelled nice. Once she was soaked properly she would move to one of the showers near the side. Choosing to take the one all the way in the back. She took some soap and started to wash herself down. She just did what she normally would do, nothing more, nothing less. Luckily for them Hannah was someone who kept clean, wanting to actually smell nice for her patient. Also being a doctor, hygiene had been a big part of her life since starting medical school. It was the first time that anyone would get a good look of what she looked like underneath her clothing. She had a nice shape to her body. A pear shape with wide hips and modest breast. She did not tend to shave her legs, but she also did not have much hair to begin with, so it did not show. Her mount was trimmed and kept short, just a short soft layer of red covering her modesty. Her nipples pink and small on perky breasts. Last she would take the shampoo and wash her hair and face. All the make-up that she had on finally washed away and leaving her face bare. She was a natural beauty with not much texture on her skin, just a few acne scars from when she had been a teenager. Her eyebrows and lashes slightly pale because of her ginger nature, yet her green eyes still popped even without the mascara around it. She grabbed a towel and dried herself off before wrapping it around her body ad walking back towards Gran. She gave the guard the same angry look that she had to begin with before turning back to the older woman who still had her feet in the water. “I think I am clean enough, Gran.” @Knight Night 🛡

The security guard stared back at Hannah with hard, uncaring eyes. He was around the naked merchandise all day, it was his job. He’d seen every shape and size man and woman desperately try to seduce he and his coworkers in an attempt to gain their freedom. He had also seen the black dossiers that came down for those who succumbed. However he was amused by her bold attempt to protect herself. He admired her gumption. He’s seen it a few times before, but he knew something she did not: they all broke eventually. So his cold stare remained. Gran however did watch the woman, and quite closely at that. She looked her over, head to toe, with a professional curiosity. She took in her curves, the wide hips, the breasts, the hair color. It helped her greatly to see Hannah as a clean slate, free from the makeup and clothing. She was already planning her next steps and what needed to be done with the good doctor to make her presentable. Hannah grabbed the towel, eventually wrapping it around herself. This was one modicum of comfort Titti would allow her as she knew the rest of the day would offer very little. “Very good, my dear. Come come, off to the power room.” Gran put her house slippers back on and offered her arm once again to Hannah. The guard opened the door for them, and once again trailed behind. The power room was directly across the hall from them behind another unmarked velvet door. Gran opened the door revealing the dark wood floors and velvet red carpet running along the main walkway. The walls were painted a deep forest green, and there were two rows of makeup stations stretching down the length of the room. Each station consisted of a golden chair with a velvet cushion, and a large wooden vanity with guilted gold, white and gray marble tops, and a large, gold-framed oval mirror. The counter top was adorned with all manner of makeup, skin care, and hair care products.

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There were 4 stations per row and each was identical. Gran led Hannah to the first station on the left, urging her into the seat. “Now, let’s see what we can do about those eyebrows.” She said, grabbing a pair of tweezers.

@Nakachu

The towel brought her a small bit of comfort. It made her able to hide herself away from view directly, even if she was sure that would not last forever. Her hair was still damp, a small drop of water occasionally dripping down her shoulder to the edge of that towel around her chest. The power room.. Sure, that didn’t sound ominous at all. Sounded all happy and nice. She was sure she would love it there. The sarcasm running thick in her, but the truth was that it was only fueled by nervousness. Every step she took that morning was bringing her closer to the inevitable. Her ‘auction’. She knew that it was wrong of her to assume what it was, but she knew one thing for sure.. she was being sold. How it would work she did not know, but the words cattle room had not made her more comfortable with the idea. Images of cattle auctions came to mind. Where cows would be washed, their udders oiled, prided through a room as people made their offer to take it back to their own farm. She swallowed hard, her jaw clenching as they walked through that hallway. And even if the power room was not exactly as scary as she had expected it to be. She did not like it, she was right.. she was going to be dolled up, made to look perfect. Yet she did what was asked of her because that guard was still behind them, watching, looming. She made sure that towel was around her securely before she sat into the seat. The mirror in front of her made her feel like she could cry right there. To see her own image staring back at her. She had not even changed since the day before, so why did she feel so different? She barely flinched as Gran started to pluck at her eyebrows. That pain was nothing right? And even if she had not gotten answers before, she could not help but try again. Maybe she would get more lucky. “Gran Titti?” She asked, waiting for permission to speak. “What will happen to me tonight?” @Knight Night 🛡

MC:Gran sighed. “There’s a special event tonight. They do this about once a month. A lot of the merchandise is turned over. The members here spent all month watching their servers and cooks and waitstaff and performers. It gives them a better idea of who will fulfill the needs in their household. You- well you are not one of those. There is always a special auction at the end, and you’re it, dearie.” Gran kept her attention on Hannah’s red eyebrows, afraid eye contact now would betray her remorse. She always felt bad for the special auctions. They were so different. Plucked from their lives and thrown into a new world with no direction. They were rigid, rough around the edges, inflexible. They had no time to adapt like they others. The others were brought in, broken down, molded. No, the special merchandise was meant to be broken and shattered by their new owner. She knew first hand what kind of hell that could be. Titti resolved herself and began to apply mascara, followed by a bevy of concealer, foundation, and a little bit of blush. After the blending, she moved on eyeliner, giving her perfect wings. Finally was the nude lipstick. Gran thought it was a shame to cover up so much of Hannah’s natural beauty, but she knew what the men here liked. “I must thank you for being so compliant.” Gran stepped away from the chair Hannah sat in and went to a clothing rack nearby. She started sorting through the clothing, looking for something to fit the girl’s new style. “We’ve had unfortunate incidents in the past, and I do so hate when things get messy. Play your part and this will all be over in no time.” She pulled a crème colored one-piece corset with black lace trim and brought it back to Hannah. “Here. You’ll look simply ravishing in this.” She handed the garment to the girl expectantly.

She listened carefully to the answer, grateful that she got one. Special auction.. She didn’t even know what that meant, but it didn’t sound good. The grand finale to an evening of selling humans. She could not even imagine why she had been the one chosen for such a thing. Was it her looks? Had her caring about her body and having natural good genes come to bite her? It was perhaps the first time in her life that she wished she would have eaten more fast food. By the time Gran was done with her and she looked back to the mirror she didn’t like the look of herself at all. She was covered in make-up, like a mask put on her face, like an instagram filter on your phone. She almost brought her hand up and touched her face, but decided against it. Play my part.. she couldn’t help the small scoff that came from her lips at that comment. Be an obedient little pet is what you mean.. She hated the sound of that. That was not her.. it was not her at all. She was strong willed, stubborn.. she didn’t like being told what to do and it was what had gotten her so far in her field in neurology. It suddenly made her realize what she was doing here. She was already being a good obedient pet.. at least she had been all morning. She had done what she was asked.. Gran even complimented her for that. What am I doing.. that is when she decided. Whatever this is that they had planned for her, she was not going willingly. She just needed to find a moment that would work and this was not it. She didn’t know if Gran would be able to tell, perhaps she could. A little bit of her body language having changed as she took that one-piece and looked it over. “Please tell me this ain’t all you are giving me..” But she was afraid she already knew the answer to that. This was going to be it.. She turned her back to the guard and let that towel drop. Her hair had started to dry by then, falling back in it’s natural waves and returning to that striking ginger color. She pulled the corset on

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over her body and put it in place, waiting for Gran to tie it in the back. It sat tight around her body, showing off her long legs and her small waist. Even her breasts, that were not large by any means, seemed to be pressed in such a way that they appeared larger. She once more caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Like a mannequin in a window.. @Knight Night 🛡

Gran Titti finished tying the corset and took a step back, observing Hannah and walking a circle around her to observe from all angles. She clapped her hands together. “Simply lovely, dearie! You look magnificent! Just one more touch.” She opened a step stool behind Hannah, standing almost the same level as the doctor. She began bundling a portion of her hair in a mid-ponytail, leaving her bangs free to frame her face. She held the ponytail in place until she could get the hair tie from around her wrist and secured it. “An absolute vision. You’ll take their breath away tonight, sweetie. Now! Let me take you to the waiting room. You’ll get your full debrief there. I hope it helps you understand.” She offered her arm one more time to lead her on to the final portion of her preparation. The guard opened the door, waiting for them to exit.

@Nakachu

She didn’t like the compliment. She didn’t like it at all.. She hated the way she looked in that moment. Because she knew that the only reason for it was because she was being sold like cattle. She took a deep breath, feeling that bit of anger bubbling in her. Not the place.. not the time.. she reminded herself as she took a deep breath to settle herself again. Then her hair was bundled and she hated that even more. She never wore her hair in a ponytail. She hated the look of it. And since her hair was still damp it would just leave a strange ridge in her hair if it dried like that. But she didn’t say anything. Just gritted her teeth together. A debrief..? At least they will tell me what is going on. she hoped. She hooked her arm into that of Grans and walked that last part of it. As thy walked down the hallway she would look over her shoulder, knowing the way she had come in the day before was way behind her. But that guard blocked her vision soon and her face went back toward where they were going. @Knight Night 🛡

Gran opened the door just up the hall from the power room. It was a small rectangular room, maybe 2m by 3.5m. The walls were the same red velvet, the floor the same dark wood with the red carpet running down the center to a door on the opposite side of the room. A chandelier was suspended high up to light the room. Beside the back door was a small table with beautifully prepared and presented smoked salmon, caviar, toast, and a soft boiled egg. Next to it was a wastebasket. In the middle of the room was a red velvet bench facing a TV in the wall behind thick glass. Gran had Hannah step in ahead of her before piping up. “This is where we part ways, dearie. I sincerely wish you the best of luck. Take it from an old lady; just give them what they want and you’ll be able to make the best of this, I promise. Resistance is only going to hurt you more.” With that she closed the door, leaving Hannah to her thoughts. The tv screen had just two things on it’s otherwise black screen. “Debrief in:” and a countdown with 4:59.57 counting down to zero. It seems she would have to wait for her debrief, but it was coming. @Nakachu

She had not even be able to fully take it in before that door closed behind her and she was left alone in that room. It was incredibly quiet. The kind of quiet that shook you to your very core. The only noise was a soft ticking that seemed to go in rhythm with the countdown on the television. A sound that was surely meant to drive her crazy. And it already did.. it was mind numbing combined with the silence in that room. “Fuck..” she cursed into the space as she paced to try and give herself room to think. She had been fine the whole morning.. but that was because she had been kept busy. She was in company. She had gotten a bath and even the make-up was not that bad. But now? Now it was her and her thoughts. She tried to eat some of the food that was left out, but it just didn’t feel right in her stomach. It made her feel more sick then anything, even if she had been hungry. She did take some of the water, swallowing it down in greedy gulps. She had not realized how thirsty she had been till that first bit hit the inside of her mouth. But after that there was nothing to do and it was driving her crazy. It didn’t take long before she pulled that hair elastic from her hair, hating the feeling of the ponytail. She plucked at the corset, even if she never took it off. It was tight and uncomfortable and the more that she felt her heart starting to race, the more restricting it felt around her lungs. She felt like she had been in there for ages, but as she looked at that clock it still said 4:42:37. Only 14 minutes had gone by.. and she had so much longer to go. What was going to happen to her? What was this special auction? What would be expected of her? Why was this happening to her! It didn’t take long for her to spiral out of control. The panic that she had managed to control was now starting to get free reign over her. With nobody there either she no longer had the distraction of trying to be good for the sake of others. It was just her.. “Hello?” She shou

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ted in the space. “HELLO!?” She shouted again. “You can’t just leave me in here!” She shouted as she paced that room. It was barely even big enough for pacing. Her breathing was starting to get the best of her, her chest feeling so tight as she tried to get enough air into her lungs. “Let me out! Let me out of here! You can’t fucking do this to people!” She started to shout as she went to that door and banged on the door. “Let me go!” More loud bangs from her wrist against that door. @Knight Night 🛡

But nobody came. Nobody answered her please, her shouts, her curses. All that was in that room was the endless ticking of that tv screen that was driving her absolutely mad. After her first small meltdown she would sit down again a wall, spending half a hour just recovering from screaming so loud. Then back to pacing till she started to work herself up to shouting again. She hit against that door hard enough to make a regula one break. After she was tired once again she sat down in a corner and cried. And that is how she spend those entire five hours. Going between frantic shouting, cursing and screaming to sobbing to herself in a corner when she had exhausted herself. By the end her voice was hoarse, her make-up absolutely ruined and even the food that they had served her was smearing on the walls and floor. She had wrecked the room as much as she could. Everything that she had held in, that she had kept to herself had just come out in that room. All the rage, all the frustration, all the fear. She had just let it all come out and play. Because nobody had answered her anyway. By the time that clock finally hit 0 she had not even paid attention to it. Once again up against one of the walls with her head between her legs. She was exhausted, but that did not mean that she didn’t have fight left in her. @Knight Night 🛡

The clock ticked to zero and a lovely chime sounded in the room. The screen switched to a full picture. In a white room stood a woman with short, black hair slicked back and with a bright sheen to it. She wore a smart, well tailored gray business suit jacket, light blue blouse, and a matching gray skirt. She held her hands clasped in front of her like a business professional. Her voice came to life across the speakers hidden in the room. “Dr. Witlock, please have a seat. I’m sure you have a lot of questions, so let’s get started. I’ll begin with who exactly we are. We are the Masters of Virtue. You will not have heard of us. We are a world-wide organization with the sole purpose of fulfilling our member’s hospitality and service needs in their homes. We are led by the Father Virtue and the Father’s Counsel. Masters of Virtue are excited to have major distribution facilities in the US, Canada, the UK, Germany, Russia, Egypt, and China, with clubs just like this one in most developed nations. Through synergy and market leading solutions we have formed a tight web of relationships with most major crime syndicates to create a truly resilient organization. Because of this and Father Virtue’s vision has led us to be one of the largest companies operating solely on the underground market. “Allow me to explain your purpose here before I bring you up to speed on why you are here. Let me welcome you to Club Nocturne, one of our premier locations. You are to be sold this evening to one of our members. You are expected to remain silent and respectful for the duration of the auction. After your new owner has purchased you and payment has been finalized you will be shipped via our specialized courier services who will take the utmost care in your delivery to your new master. All of our masters are vetted and trusted members of MoV and you will be expected to listen to any command given to you or you will face whatever punishment your master sees fit.”

“Finally, as to why you are here at all. I must admit, this is a bit of a rare circumstance. You are here at the behest of a member of the Father’s Counsel. On October 17th you had a post-op consultation with Master of High Virtue, Mr. Archibald Griff, to follow up on the surgery you had performed on him after his near-fatal accident. While he appreciated your services returning him to a normal life, he deeply regretted you would not prescribe him the painkillers he urgently requested. Furthermore, you had him barred from your offices and blacklisted him with all other medical professionals in the area as a ‘pill junkie.’ He took great offense to this and recommended your retrieval as a special guest at our auction here today. “The auction has been ongoing for some time now, and you will soon be escorted to the state through the door on your left. If you have any feedback or concerns about the hospitality here at Club Nocturne you will be provided a survey at a later date. We appreciate your cooperation and sincerely hope you are able to make the best of your time with us and your new master. Today marks the beginning of your new life. From all of us here at the Masters of Virtue, thank you.” And with that, the screen clicked off.

@Nakachu

The sudden sound scared the living crap out of her. Making her jump up as her heart jumped just the same in her chest. She looked up just to see the woman appear on the screen. She looked around herself, making sure that nobody else was in that room before she got to her feet. She was still shaking, but she tried to not let it bother you. The debrief was nothing like she expected. Multiple times she had to shake her head and narrow her eyes as she could not believe her ears. It was hard to concentrate on it too. A worldwide organisation? Father Virtue? Distribution facilities? “Sick fucks is what you guys are..” She could not hold herself back. The explanation of how she was expected to listen to her new ‘master’ made her sick to her stomach. She could feel herself freaking out again. She brushed her hair out of her face in a nervous way and then rubbed over her mouth. Her jaw clenched as she tried to take it all in. “If you think I am going to sit pretty in that room to be auctioned off then you are out of your mind!” She shouted at the screen, hoping to god that the woman at the other side could hear them. “I am not going to just let you do this to me!” She added to it. Yet the figure at the other side did not seem to care at all. Continueing to explain to her why exactly she had gotten here. She wrecked her mind trying to remember the guy she was talking about. He had been older, had come in after a gunshot to the head. She could now guess why he might have gotten shot. His surgery had gone well and he had recovered nicely, yet he still kept requesting pain medication. She had let him go for weeks before she put a stop to it, and only because he had started to request higher dosages. So yes.. she had blocked him from getting anymore, as she would have done for anyone else. Because the risk of them selling was high. And now.. knowing who he was, she could not help but feel she was right. As the woman was closing off. “Ooh no you don’t!” She shouted.

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“You are not just leaving me here!” But of course the tv screen did not care and it went black anyway. “COME BACK!” She shouted at the top of her lungs. She was so angry. “Let me out of here! You sick fucks!!” She kicked against the wall, hurting her foot in the process. She let all the information go through her one more time. You are expected to remain silent and respectful for the duration of the auction. You will be expected to listen to any command given to you or you will face whatever punishment your master sees fit. The imagine of the bald man who had come to her cage the day before came to mind. Suddenly she could not hold it anymore. She ran for that waste basket in the corner of room and emptied out the few things that she had eaten in that room right into it. She heaven a couple times more before she could catch her breath. “Fucking hell..” @Knight Night 🛡

The door at the back of the room opened right beside Hannah’s head. The door swung open as the man stepped inside. It was the bald guard who had followed her and Gran Titti. He looked down, surprised to see Hannah right there. He had expected her to be much further from the door. The man frantically scrambled for the cuffs and nightstick at his side, unprepared for her proximity. He had been sent to take her for display, but for the first time there was the potential for a shift in the power dynamic.

@Nakachu

Her eyes went wide as that door suddenly opened. She too had not expected anyone to come in when she had been that close to the door. Time just seemed to stop in that moment as she took in what was in front of her and in that moment her fight or flight sense completely took over. As he scrambled to reach for the side she got to her feet as quickly as possible. She used the leverage of her knees and feet to give him a push with all of her body weight put into it. It was barely enough to get him off balance, the male being so much larger then her, but it did just enough. That open door was right in front of her and without even thinking about it she ran through it. A part of her mind was screaming at her to stop, that she was going to kill herself if they caught her. Another part applauded her, reminding her that even if she didn’t get killed her life was over if she stayed her. So she ran as fast as her legs took her even if she most likely would not get far. @Knight Night 🛡

The door opened into a backstage area. There was a thick curtain drawn to her left extending about 10m ahead of her. Through a break in the curtain immediately to her left she could see a set of stairs descending toward the front of the stage. She also caught a glimpse of a performer dancing as a muffled auctioneer took bids. “$71,000, do I hear $72-” Directly in front of her was a spiral staircase that seemed to lead upward into a a complex series of scaffolding above the stage. Ahead and slightly right of the staircase was a door all the way across the backstage. A stagehand was leaned against the door, propping it open as he blew his cigarette smoke out of the opening. Bright white light streamed in all around the edges of the door. To Hannah’s right was a door on back wall of the stage. It was a plain wooden door matching the color of the wood floors and with the standard golden handle. “Get back here, you bitch!” Shouted the security guard, stumbling over himself as he struggled to his feet, face red with anger @Nakachu

She allowed herself only a second to stop and take in what was going on around her. To see where she could go. This was not a space she had been to so she could not rely on what she remembered. The stairs down to the performer caught her eyes first, mostly because there was sound coming from it. Not there. The second thing that caught her eyes was the door with the stagehand. The white light coming from the door behind him that was slightly open tempted her for a moment. Yet it was the stagehand himself that scared her. No way I get a lucky push twice.. Then she saw the stairs that led to the scaffolding up the stairs. It was close to her.. and up there it looked dark. If she was fast enough.. “Get back here, you bitch!” Shit shit shit! This was her only option. She rushed to the stairs, hoping that the stage hand had not been alerted by the shouting and would miss her going up there. With her bare feet she managed to climb those stairs relatively quiet, making it up there. She rushed through the scaffolding and once she made it a small bit in hid herself away in one of the corners. It was quite dark up there, all the lights turned to the stage below. She put her hand over her own mouth, trying to drown out the sound of her own breathing and heartbeat. If she just waited here long enough.. she could go through that door later.. From this point of view she could see the girl even better that was dancing. She could still hear the bids going up as the announcer called them out. The amounts of it disgusting her.. @Knight Night 🛡

The guard from the room rushed out, looking in every direction for Hannah. He saw the stagehand and jogged over to him, their muffled voices drifting up toward the ceiling. “Have you seen a redhead run through here?” The guard asked sternly. “Nah, dude. I’m just having a smoke with my chauffeur buddies-” “Fucking useless!” The guard yelled. He ran back toward the side of the stage and down the stairs, yelling into something on his wrist. “The special merchandise has fled, I need all hands to-” His voice drifted into obscurity as he ran off to find his escaped charge. The stagehand shook his head and went back to smoking and talking with someone just outside, the occasional shadow of a person walking by interrupting the headlights streaming in through the cracked door.

@Nakachu

The shouting from downstairs made her flinch in her hiding spot. Even going as far as to put her hands over her head. But one thing was clear.. they had not seen her go up here. She had time.. maybe not a lot of time.. but she had some time. She put her head back and took a few deep breaths. Okay Hannah… think. You are smart. She peaked over the edge of the stage and looked at the stagehand. He was still there, talking to someone outside. He was not alone there.. there were others at the other side. Even if that was outside, they would grab her before she even stepped out that door. Shit.. she hissed at herself in her head. Okay, calm down.. what do you know? she forced herself to calm down. There is more then one way out of here. she knew this because she had come in a different way, but it was at the other side of the building. But what other choice did she have? She gave herself a few more seconds before she got back to her feet. She moved towards the stairs that she had come up to and saw that the stagehand was still distracted. The bud in his hands was about half done and he was likely to smoke that up. She looked to the door of that small chamber that she had come from. Okay.. one, two, three! She counted down before she started to go down that stairs once more. She tried to keep her feet as quiet as she could and then went straight for that chamber. If she did indeed reach it she would close to door behind her, trapping herself back into that space. Then she went to the door that she had originally come through. Please please! Be open.. @Knight Night 🛡

The velvet door clicked shut behind her. She ran to the opposite door. “Hey, I saw someone go in there!” She could barely hear the stagehand shout. She reached out, grabbed the handle, and…

Nothing. The handle did not budge. In the room the vomit still sat in the trash can. Food still smeared across the walls. The dark TV sitting behind the glass. It was the same prison she had been trapped in only moments before. She had locked herself back in. The thudding of many heavy feet could be heard on the other side of the stage door. The door swung open to reveal the bald guard and several more behind him. The bald guard lifted a small remote in his hand and pressed the button. The device on Hannah’s arm whirred to life only an instant before tens of thousands of volts coursed through her body. @Nakachu

She had hoped so badly that this would have worked. She wanted so badly for that handle to go down and to let her into the other side. Especially after she heard that shout from the stagehand behind her. And when that door opened she knew that she was done.. “No.. no… NO!” She shouted. At the same time that door behind her opened and she stared right into the eyes of that bald guard and even more behind them. “No.. please.. please!” She could just barely get out as the fear danced in her eyes before she felt the electricity course through her. She instantly met with the floor, her body convulsing so hard that she could not remain standing. Every single muscle in her body tensing together as she screamed into the air. A blood curdling scream that only stopped when the electricity subsided as well. She slumped into the ground, groaning as her whole body hurt. Her eyesight blurry as she saw them rushing in towards her, to stunned to do anything about it, yet still concious enough to know what was happening to her. At least I tried.. @Knight Night 🛡

The bald guard reached down and took a fistful of Hannah’s striking red hair, lifting the dazed woman to her feet before delivering a swift punch to the gut meant to knock the wind out of her. Two more guards took up either of Hannah’s arms, holding her stead until she would be able to find her feet again. The bald guard took out a strange one-sided cuff with a chair attached to it. He closed the first side around her wrist, then connected the chain to the gauntlet she already wore. After securing her, the guards on either side carried Hannah out of the room, backstage where a cage with tall vertical bars had been lowered just behind the stage curtains. Several woven metal cables suspended the cage just centimeters off the ground. The guards dragged her inside, attaching the cuffs to a fastener at the top of the cage. They let go of her arms, leaving her to either stand on her own to feet with her arms above her head, or fall under her own weight and dangle in the middle of this suspended cage. The booming voice of the auctioneer could be heard from the other side of the curtain as the guards exited, and then secured the door of the cage. “AND NOW! The moment you have all been waiting for! The main event of tonight’s special auction! Doctor. Hannahhhh. WIIIIIIIITLOCK!” The curtains parted, bright lights beaming into the cage and illuminating Hannah’s strung up form within it. The cage itself was hoisted into the air several meets and moved forward above the now open stage there the auctioneer stood to one side. Before Hannah was a sight that would be burned in anyone’s mind. What she could see through the blinding lights was glimpses of a room full of people. She was in an ornate room with fifty or so large red chairs all spaced out from each other. Almost all the seats were packed tonight. In the seats were all form of well dressed men and women. Some where eating or being served beautiful meals, others having their champagne flutes refilled by

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attentive servers. Some still were in the midst of receiving oral sex from the entertainer of their choosing or trying out their most recent purchase. One man in a suit had a broad shouldered man, half undressed, bouncing up and down on his lap. A woman in a beautiful purple evening dress had hiked the hem up to allow a skinny, pale man to perform his duties on her. What would have definitely caught Hannah’s attention was the sight of Mr. Tumbletherp’s rotund form in a chair toward the back of the room, pants around his ankles and receiving head from one of the entertainers Hannah might have seen returning to the cages the night prior, though at the sight of Hannah the fat man would shoo the girl away, his eyes transfixed on the girl in the cage as he licked his lips.

She was still dazed when that fist connected to her guts. She instantly heaved and coughed as she was hauled up to her feet. She then took a deep breath as she tried to regain herself. She barely fought them as they half dragged her along once her hands were secured together. Her mind still too dazed to make sense of what was happening around her. Only once she was in that cage and she felt her hands being suspended did she feel her mind starting to come back to her. She gave the bald guard in front of her a mean glare as he seemed entertained by her fortune. With the last bit of fight that she had left in her she spit out the saliva that had gathered from her heaven right into his face. The guard flinched and wiped it from his face before that same hand connected hard into her abdomen once more. “You will learn your fucking place, bitch..” he grumped at her as she once more coughed and struggled for air. The next thing she knew she was being hauled into the stage. The lights on her made her close her eyes and wince. She just barely could put her feet under herself, standing on her toe to keep her full weight of her arms. She tried to turn in a way to shield her from the lights, but it did not work. Only after she had been announced did her eyes start to get used to what was happening before her. The darkness beyond the lights starting to get shape and what she saw made her blood boil even more. Her face showed the disgust that she felt for the display. The entertainers giving oral or offering their bodies, none of them looking happy about it. The disgusting pigs sitting in their chair.. including Mr. Tumbletherp. As the girl before him was dismissed she got a good sight of his manhood and she had to avert her eyes. Fucking gross.. She thought to herself. She could hear the whispers among them. Several eyes now turned towards her. Some even leaning forward in their chairs. The bidding was starting and she could not even follow with her eyes where the hands

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came from that all were brought into the air to place bids. This was happening.. it was actually happening. She was being sold.. off to the highest bidder. She could hardly even believe it. She was so angry.. so angry at herself for getting caught.. angry at the guy who had put her in this mess because of the opioids.. just so angry. “You are all fucking sick!” She shouted into the room, unable to help herself. @Knight Night 🛡

A cheer went up and many of the guests raised their champagne flutes toward her cage. “To the red bitch!” Someone shouted to uproars of laughter from the crowd as they drank to Hannah’s misery. The auctioneer shouted off wildly into the microphone. “Starting at $100,000, I see one $100, do I see $110? $110, how about $120? I see $120, do I hear-“ The numbers crept higher and higher. It appeared Hannah was a hot commodity. Word had gotten around as to why the doctor was up for auction, and it appeared everyone wanted to break in the woman who had offended a member of their council. No price was too high to curry favor with the Virtuous Father and his counselors. The most eager of the bunch seemed to be Tumbletherp. He quickly shot his hand up at every opportunity and stared daggers at anyone who outbid him. The field of bidders slowly dwindled, with murmurs of “too rich for my blood” circulating the room. “$540! Do I hear $550? Mr. Tumbletherp with $550, do I head- Ah! Mr. Bartlet with $550! Now $560 from Mr. Tumb-” A figure near the front of the room stood up. “Enough games, Tumbletherp! Put your money where your mouth it! $650,000!” A small gasp went of from the crowd. Tumbletherp for the first time looked uneasy and nervous. He grumbled to himself, making a shooing motion to the auctioneer to signal he was out. A round of applause went around the at the closing of the deal. @Nakachu

The reaction from the crowd surprised her more then anything. Cheers? She got cheers for insulting them? “To the red bitch!” Someone shouted and she shouted right back at him. “Fuck you!” But she soon realized how useless her shouting was. It only entertained them more. So she bit her lip and tongue and spoke no more. As the bids started to rise she could not believe her ears. It was slow and steady and each time a new number was called she figured that surely that would be all of it. The girl before had gone for 77.. and she was already at more then four times that price. She shifted in that cage, the cuffs pulling at her shoulders. It was an uncomfortable position and the more she moved the more the cage moved with her and made her balance awful. She ended up hanging mostly from her wrists as she waited for the swinging to stop. During that time the bids had crept up and she could not have helped but notice that Tumbletherp was about the only one who was still bidding. Please not him.. anything but fucking him. She prayed to herself. And it seemed she got her wish. 650.000 was the price that was called a young gentlemen stood up from his chair. She didn’t even see the motion from Tumbletherp, all she heard was the cheering of the crowd as the auctioneer closed off the bid. Her eyes met with those of the guy in front of her. The men who had bought her.. her newest nightmare.. and she was not about to look happy about it. @Knight Night 🛡

Preston smirked at Hannah before turning and walking to the auctioneer. The cage lowered to the stage as he was presented with a small electronic pad. He signed his name and pressed his thumb to the screen. A key was handed to Preston, which he used to unlock the cage and step inside, face to face with his prize. The man that stood before Hannah was young, maybe his mid to late twenties at most. He had deep blue eyes, and neatly trimmed hair. He clearly had some muscle to his frame. His suit was a medium blue, bringing out his eyes. The top button (a blue to match the fabric) was clasped just above his navel. The blue jacket had black sink trim around the lapel and the pocket. A near, crisp silk pocket square, tan-orange in color. He wore a bright white Oxford shirt with tiny diamonds woven into the pattern. His tie, tied in a trinity knot, was a black silk to match his trim. His belt was a tan-orange, matching his pocket square. The slacks were well tailored, slimming through the legs. His shoes, wing-toed oxfords, were unsurprisingly matching in color to his belt and pocket square. The man stepped forward, reaching up to unhook Hannah’s arms. “Hello Hannah. My name is Preston Bartlet, and I’m your new owner.” @Nakachu

It did not take a genius to find out what had just happened. The sighing of a contract, or perhaps just a transfer of money out right. 650.000 of it to be exact. That had been her price.. a price that perhaps should have been flattering, but in that moment it really was not. The electronic pad that he was handed was also not unfamiliar to her, the control of her wristband. Once all that seemed taken care of her looked towads her. The whole time that he walked she just looked at him with anger on her face, but also a small amount of fear. She took him in, all of him. He was young, not bad looking either. He was dressed rich, but she had not needed his clothes to tell her that after his bidding just now. Should she be happy that she had not ended up with Mr. Tumbletherp? Maybe. Did that mean she should be happy with this guy? Not at all. He was still here, he was still bidding on a human being. He unlocked her arms and even though she tried she was unable to catch herself. She fell to the floor, landing hard on her knees in front of her. Her shoulders were shaking and her arms hurt as the blood started to rush back into them. Even her breath was shaking. She was so tired.. the entire day had been spend in stress and anger. She had ben throwing tantrum after tantrum and had not slept much at all that night either. She had fought the entire day and where had it gotten her? Nowhere.. she had still been sold. So in that moment she was just done.. she was done with that day. She could not fight anymore, at least not in that moment. She just sat there on her knees before him, almost like a bow that she had never put herself in. “Screw you..” She said through gritted teeth as the last bit of anger that she managed to get out of her, the last bit of defiance before she would be hauled off and shipped to him. Or would he just take her with him right there? She did not know, she did not care. Tomorrow was a new day, but today had broken a small part of Hannah. <@104

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