HAZEL POV
“Let go of me! I told you I didn't audition for this!” I screamed. “I said let go, you overgrown big bastards!”
“Shut up and stay in line, forty-six,” the larger guard barked again.
“There's been a mistake! Check the system again!” I pleaded, my voice cracking with pure panic as tears blurred my vision. “My name shouldn't be on that list! Let me out of here!”
None of the girls even looked at me. If anything, they were delighted to be here. Sick people. They kept on calling numbers, and the girls one by one walked out. I heard them bidding, and this is really sick. Are we bags of chips or what? Always listen to your damn guts, Hazel.
“Entry number forty-two, you're up,” a female yelled, clicking her pen.
A tall brunette stepped forward, the heavy curtains parting as she walk
