Paige's head felt like it was filled with wet cotton and her body felt …weightless, yet she couldn't ignore the annoyingly loud electronic voice, she groaned and opened her eyes to a bright white light flashing in her eyes, she squinted and tried to shield her face with her hand but it won't move, her eyes finally adjusted and she was bound to a ... wall ?
WHAT?!?!? THE HELL?
Paige tried to shimmy her way out of the bounds, her arms and legs were stuck to the wall as if she was a butterfly on displace, she squinted her eyes and tried to see what was in front of her, she saw huge sofa chairs with opulent display of alcohols she couldn't name in from of them, and on the sofa chairs sat men and woman in luxurious clothes and their faces covered with metallic masks, her breath hitched, her eyes widened, she started thrashing violently, this …is not right she is not supposed to be here, she'd just gone out to get some late night ice cream for girls night ( her city was rank one in women's safety ffs). She'd just received the offer of her life time – her dream job, this cannot be happening now. She tried to pull her right hand out of the black tie but nothing budged.
She looked downwards she was dressed in a feathery white dress and matching shoes and delicate feathery bracelet that did not match the black cloth strips that bound her to the wall, she looked like a pinned dove. She was not done checking her surroundings when the glass box she was in started moving to the centre, from there she could see the podium from where the host with a jester mask was announcing "…. I applaud everyone who's won their favourite merchandise BUT!—" she took a dramatic pause and pointed towards her direction, "the main event is just starting, I PRESENT TO YOU THE ANGELS FOR THIS SESSIONS! — the remainder of the Valens family " her voice goes hush as a red pointer flashes to Paige's right "the son of the underboss – Scott wright; on the left – franco nelson the princess' confidante and in the centre the princess her self —" the pointer falls on Paige " PAIGE VALENS!!"
what the hell why is she announcing human trafficking as if it's a pageant!? Paige started thrashing her body against the wall as she understood the predicament she was in, nothing in her 26 years of meticulously planning her life could have prepared her to face this moment.
Paige looked to her left and right and saw two more similar glass boxes following her. But unlike her confused and anxious self, the residents looked like death row prisons, dejected-defeated, accepted their own faith. Her eyes widen as she looked at the faces of the captives who looked eerily similar to her own brother scott and uncle nelly.
She screamed at the top of her voice, "scottie, uncle! Look at me! What the hell is happening?" she screamed that they were just a bunch of common upright citizens, but her voice seemed to reach no one.
The man to her right, the one that looked similar to her brother, but he couldn't be her sibling, he looked like he'd just passed high school whilst her brother was a punk who did not leave his room and played video games all day, even she had to go on his stream to look at his pasty white face, if these were any other time she would have busted out laughing after seeing her brother's look a like in a toga surrounded by feathers and a golden wreath atop his head, but his dead eyes made her want to cry instead, and to her left a older man, he seemed muscular, had some white hair atop his head and was dressed in a similar outfit as this Scott, he looked like her uncle but this couldn't be him whist their frame was similar her uncle was a artsy kinda guy with a rainbow in his hair and a jolly smile on his face. Neither looked at her, their gazed was trained ahead of them. They seemed to know what was about to happen to them, accepted it as fate.
All of them seemed like they were together yet miles apart from each other. This has to be a vivid dream, maybe she was too tired from working her ass of for that job – all she had to do was wake up from this thrashy nightmare.
"….it is only fair that we start will the most exciting of the merchandises – the youngest Scott Wright – a would-be champion, a fallen star in the world of fencing, the bid starts at 50 million dollars !!!"
The host dramatically continued announcing the jumps in the bid amount till it reached 260 million dollars. The bid was won by a stout man seated in the centre with a gold mask on his face that did absolutely nothing to hide the sparce hair on his spotted head. The host congratulated him and moved to the next item on the agenda "the next is the beautiful daughter of the Valens familia, having her is like having the rarest collectors item the princess., the bid starts at 150 million dollars!"
the people in from of her were few but the number they raised were astonishing, Paige screamed and thrashed her body but no one seemed to see her struggle as calling cards kept flashing in the air
The price was raised to 200 million dollars, by the same man in the golden mask, she could see the people around him sniggering.
Then suddenly a calling card in a corner was raised 350 million dollars.
Silence filled the room followed by thunderous excitement from the host, the old man had tsk but didn't persue the matter any further he'd already gotten the young boy after all.
A white gas filled the chamber, before Paige could see who'd got the uncle look alike, her eyes drooped, she could only stay upright thanks to the cords tying her to the wall.