"Get up" the grumpy last from last night returned, behind her were her goons, their whips attached to their hands.
"Stretch out your hands" she commanded, we all raised to our feet, stretching out our hands for the chains to be freed.
"You are all given twenty minutes to freshen up, the auction will start very soon," she said, signalling for us to move to the bathroom.
"You," she pointed to the girl beside me. "leave" she snapped, I looked at her as she scurried out of the room, and I felt guilty I never asked for her name.
The goons stood staring with lust in their eyes as we stripped out of our dresses and walked into the shower.
The coldness of the water felt divine as it washed off the stench of the cage I was locked in.
We were given a dress that barely covered our skin to
