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"Thirty thousand from the gentleman in the back. Do I hear thirty-five?" Silence. "Thirty thousand, going once. Thirty thousand, going twice—" "Thirty thousand five hundred," the oldest one said. He'd stepped forward too, into the light. His eyes were on me. "Forty thousand," the dangerous one said. Everyone gasped. Forty thousand dollars for one night with me. "Gentlemen, I'm going to stop the bidding here," the auctioneer said, looking flustered. "We have four candidates still to show. Standard auction rules apply. Shall we move to the next candidate?"

she said, "Ms. Carver is requesting compensation totaling $230,000. Is that something you’re willing to accept?" "No," I said.

A hundred strokes. Oh my goodness…

My gaze fell on the tidy desk where Venta Andres sat with a smile that never reached his eyes. I walked up, set the cufflinks on polished oak. The cufflinks glimmered like trapped sunlight. Venta lifted one with gloved fingers, whistled softly. “Forty million,” he said. I folded my arms. “Make it forty-five. They’re rare, and you know it.” His smile tightened. He turned the cufflink, studying the tiny Vitale crest. “Forty-two.” “Forty-five,” I repeated, locking eyes with him. My knees quivered, but I held the stare.

Alina is still the same, adding fifty million like just now. No matter how much Sherwin calls, Alina will add fifty million after his price. The two of them argued like this, and the land was almost forty billion. Quetzal happily stood by and watched: "If you add another ten million, it will be your turn, Sherwin?" Sherwin disagreed, directly calling for forty billion. Caitlyn called for Alina; this was their highest price. Alina pouted: "Say it straight, 403 billion." This time, Sherwin did not follow, because he had reached his limit.

"8 p.m. at the Grandview Hotel. Don’t be late." Just like that, she hung up. I exhaled slowly. Fine. One last meet before I disappeared forever.

ORTENSIA “Forty million?” Even I was shocked at the amount someone was willing to pay to buy a human. I heard the bidder call out, “Forty million going once… twice… three times… we have our buyer!” Fear gripped me. I had never been this terrified in my entire life. Did this mean I was now his sex slave?

I’m not unwanted. By the time the amount surpasses twenty million dollars, I feel like I’m on cloud nine. I forget all my worries and anxieties. I even forget what my mother said. The cards are less frequent now, which is usually what happens. Only three cards are up by the time he says twenty-seven, and then only one is up when he says twenty-eight. “There it is—” he starts to say, but is interrupted by a voice in the crowd. “Forty-five.”

“The truth is… I don’t just lose control.” I stepped closer. “I become something else.” Her expression shifted slightly. More serious now. More aware. “How many?” she asked quietly. Straight to the point. Good. I held her gaze. “Five thousand, eight hundred and forty-three.” Silence. Absolute. She didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t speak. She looked at me trembling, shock mixed with a dying curiosity smacked her face. Let it settle. Let her understand exactly what she was standing next to.