Getting Ready For Auction
1220 Words
The next morning my whole body was so sore. I could hardly move. Today was the first day of my new life. I was so happy, but scared out of my mind.
I sat there staring at the door. Waiting for anyone to come in to hit me.I really dont know how long I sat there until the door came open.Women piled in with outfits laid over there arm. I watched them pick a girl and start dressing them up.
I looked down at my bruised arms and feet. Then looked at those other girls. Why do I look so different.Why was I hated so much.I just couldn't get my mind off of my family. I guess now I don't have a family.I was alone to walk this world without a family. Would the new family beat me too.
Will I ever find someone to love.I stared down at the tile floor. Then at my left hand. It was swelled up so bad. That I couldn't even move my fingers. I tried several times and nothing. I closed my eyes thinking that maybe the person I get will at least let me heal. I needed to heal before they beat me again.
An hour passed, when this woman walked in with four gaurds. She stopped and looked around . She looked towards me and said, "Girl whats your name?"
I slowly answered, "Angel ma'ma?"
She pointed at me to her gaurds. Get her.
They came over to me. Pulling me up off the floor over to the lady. Two held me up.
She walked around us with her clipboard. She pulled up the back of my shirt and the front. Then grabbed my face. She study every cut, scratch and bruise. Then she pulls my left arm out touching my hand. Her smiled turned into a frown. She said, guys she needs to get her hand in a sling until we put her up on the stage. Then when someone buys her they can fix her hand.
The other two guards left out the door. I didn't say anything; just barely standing. I was greatful for the two guards holding me up.
The lady turned around and walked over to the chair next to the door and sat down. She looked at her clipboard than back at me. She wrote something down. She glances back at me and said, "Are you a virgin?"
I looked down at my feet and said, "Yes ma'ma." I felt ashamed. Knowing that all the girls heard me. They would laugh that a twenty something year old was a virgin. Yes you heard me right. I'm not sure what my age is. I never had a birthday, so each year I knew I got older.
I just couldn't remember my age. It was just a number.
The lady stands up and walks over to me. She stands in front of me and says, "Strip". I look at her and takes a deep breath. Knowing I have to do what she says. Yes ma'ma. Then I tried to slide my left hand in my sleeve. It hurt so bad. That I bit my lip from screaming.
The lady says, "Stop you're hurting yourself." Then she looks at the guards and says , "Cut her shirt sleeve. She needs her hand out."
The guard on my left took out his knife and cut my sleeve open. He then helped me get my arm out of my shirt. I finished getting undressed. The only thing I had on was my panties and bra. The lady said, "Take everything off."
Then I took off my panties when one of the guards unbutton my bra. I let it drop to the floor. I stood there naked. My body was painted purple, black and blue.
Then the lady started feeling on my body. Checking to see if i had anything else broke. I saw her shake her head a few times. Then she said, "I need you to put this on. You're our Battered Angel. We're going to put chains on you, so when we chain you to the two post on the stage.
I said, "Yes ma'ma."
Just know it's going to hurt your left
hand. I nodded my head. She grabs my chin and tiltes it up. She says, "You have to use you're words to these guys. Do you hear me?"
"Yes ma'ma."
Good girl. Now let me dress you.She helped me put on the Angel suit. It was a white feathered two piece with Angel wings. When we just got finished the other two guards came in with a sling. She put my arm in the sling.Then she helped me over to the chair. Sitting me down.
She grabbed her make-up case and started putting on sparkly lip gloss and eye shadow. Then she brushed my hair and pulled it back in a twisted braided bun.
She steps back and looks at me. She smiles then says, "You look really good Angel. Just sit here until someone comes and gets you. You will have these two guards watching you. They're the ones putting you in chains. They'll be careful with your arm. They know it's broke."
I said, "Yes ma'ma."
She smiles and says, "I hope someone buys you and treats you better than your family did."
She laid her hand on my shoulder lightly. Smiling at me. Then she walked out. Leaving me sitting in the chair. The two guards stood on each side of the chair. Waiting.
I sat there waiting. When a lady rushes in. She was breathing heavy. She said, "We need her on stag now. The Auction will start in an hour. She will be there chained up the whole Auction. She'll be our last to sell."
The two guards helped me up and headed out the door. Down a long darkened hallway.Filled with girls. Some were crying and some were laughing. I was just there no emotions. I was in to much pain. To be laughing or crying.
We stopped at a black door. One of the guards knocked on the door. Three times. Then the door opened and we went in. They helped me up the stairs and across the stage over to the post in the middle of the stage.
Four chains hanged down. The two guards looked at me and said, "They were sorry for going to hurt me."
I whispered, "It's okay. You have to do this. It's your job. Tears formed in my eyes when they put the chains on me. To be displayed for everyone to see."
They looked at me and then walked away. I looked out at were the people will be sitting getting ready for the auction. When I noticed the double doors open and in walked people with mask on and suits. You can tell these people were rich. I had never seen those kinds of suites before. Then I looked up and there were glass rooms where people were sitting down at.
My heart started pounding. Thinking this is it. I'm going to be sold to anyone of these people. I was in pain and wanted to be out of these chains but I was called the battered Angel. To be displayed until the end. Like I was there dessert.
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