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Cindy lifted her head and met my eyes. “Good morning, Zoe,” she greeted me while I walked toward her. I smiled and greeted her back. “I’m sorry. I’m late,” I said as I walked towards the small locker, grabbed my apron, and tied my hair up. Afterward, I stood beside her and smiled at the customer. I heard Cindy talk. “It’s fine. Besides, we don’t have many customers today. But…” she glanced at me, “Aunt Millie’s boss has a bulk order,” she added.

“I know this isn’t what you wanna hear at this time…or any time. But it’s?—” Sadie nods, grabs her things and hugs me goodbye. She shuts the door behind her, but it feels more like a slam, shuddering my body. How the fuck am I supposed to fork out extra money? Answer: The illegal auction happening Friday. What other fucking choice do I have? Begrudgingly, I take out the card and stare at it. Conrad O’Neill. He sounds like even more of an ass than Otis’s father.

that catch my attention. Here, they record a staggering fucking fortune in the millions. There is no way their little shop of BDSM gear and other assorted perversions downstairs is bringing in that sort of money. The “products” they sell have to be human, but each of the ledger entries is marked with nothing more than a number. The first sale took place approximately six months ago. The latest is pending for Thursday. Extracting a little camera, I take pictures of multiple pages, zeroing in on the most suspicious, then shove the books back into the safe. I check my watch. “Four minutes.”

He approached the fruit vendor, a cheerful, elderly man with a wide grin, who welcomed him warmly. "Good afternoon, sir," the vendor greeted, his eyes twinkling with enthusiasm. "I've set aside a box of fresh strawberries, oranges, kiwis, and pineapples just for you. They are perfect for someone who's not feeling their best. Why don't you pick whichever you like best?"

And when I almost lost hope because I was at the very end of the articles, when something suddenly popped up. "BLACK MARKET. COM SPLITY DRUG SALE 10% Off." My forehead furrowed at what I read and immediately pressed enter to see what it really was. And I can hardly believe what I read. N-no... C-Clein!

He puts a finger underneath my chin and angles my head to look up at him. “Your parents could choose to sell themselves. To be hacked into little pieces and sold on the black market. Kidneys, livers, hearts. Even skin and hair can be sold. But they chose to sell you.” His voice is cold and my eyes fill with tears but I hold them back. “They wo-would never-” “Oh but they did.” He raises a hand and I flinch which has him pausing but then he continues as if not noting my fear. He gently strokes my face, starting with my forehead, down my temple, along my cheekbone, over my lips down to my chin again.

“I didn’t save you then because you weren’t fully mine. But now that you’re here, little bird, you’re owned.” Shock, cold and absolute, rippled through me. My jaw dropped. “Owned? I am not an object! You can’t just—” His dark chuckle cut me off. It was a chilling sound, devoid of warmth. “Oh, but I do, little bird. You became mine the moment your dear brother, Carlos, sold you to clear his debts. Along with almost all the shares in your father’s company.” The air left my lungs in a ragged gasp. What was he talking about? That couldn't be true, yet the look in his eyes said otherwise.

"The doctor's sure." "What exactly did he mean by sickle cell anaemia?" I frowned. "Is that some kind of disease? Or... something else?" Joel burst out laughing, so hard he nearly lost his footing. "Is something funny?" I asked flatly. "No — no, sorry." He was still laughing. I fixed him with a look sharp enough to kill, and he sobered instantly, hands raised. "Okay, okay. It's just— it's still a little funny." He cleared his throat.

he said again and no one bid for her. " Ten thousand.....SOLD" he said pointing to me. After all the girls has been sold people started going to pay and claim their girls, I also went to the room to claim mine but I haven't paid. " where's my girl?" I asked. " You haven't pay sir" the seller said. " don't you think I should check out my merchandise before paying?......I'd like to know she's disease free " I said. " you can be rest assured of that " he said.

To be forewarned is to be forearmed. I was not ready to spend the rest of my life in jail and as such with this, I only drove back home. Slumped onto the couch in the living room and turned on the TV. “Hey Everyone, I’m Chris Bronu Mars, and today, I’m thrilled to share something that’s been a game changer for me, Valentine Conglomerate.” I watched Chris market Rebecca’s company on TV as if his life depended on it. “Wow, thank you, great people, we are now sold out.” over 10,000 clothing and shoes units were sold out in just ten minutes