One by one they were taken to the tables and shown off to the bidders; the second girl sold for a higher price, but no way near as much as the third sold for. There was a nervous twinge in your stomach. How many members of his staff were left? Would any of them actually bid on you? You dearly hoped not… You were snapped out of your daze when a strong, firm hand was placed on your shoulder and you were led and strapped to the table. Immediately there was a chorus of loud buzzing, even though they hadn't even started 'playing' with you yet… Your resolve faltered and a stifled sob caught in your throat. So much for that… So much for showing strength to get out of the auction… You were about to be sold to the highest bidder…
Out of the corner of your eyes you saw the masked men who had toyed with the other girls slowly make their way over to you. You had readied yourself for the tortuous pain of the men and machines intruding within you, but nothing came… You glanced up to the bids, and you couldn't believe your eyes. 1,000,000… Someone had won already... But just as fast as shock had filled your system, fear and disgust replaced it. The name of the bidder lit up… It was The Teacher… No… God no… You were unstrapped from the table and lead to a room, similarly to the other girls, but instead of being carried off, you were more than capable of walking… All that was going through your mind was; why…? Why did it have to be him? Of all the people you could have been sold too, why did it have to be him!? The thought of having to service such a man disgusted you. He was cruel, sadistic, irate… you could probably go on for hours about his character faults.
The man you were escorted by guided you into a small, concrete room without any windows. You were suddenly thrown onto a rickety bed and left alone in the room. You hated to admit it, but tears started to fall down your cheeks. Fate really was a cruel bitch. You clung tightly to the stained bed sheets, trying to stop the water in your eyes. That was when you heard it… The lock on the door opened, and a soft creaking sounded. You weren't ready… You weren't ready to serve him… Cautiously your eyes moved towards the door…