OK so this is my first fanfic I mainly just set up an account to review and I've finally decided that I should try my hand at writing one. I appreciate any comments or criticisms good or bad. I'm a new writer and I know that I'm going to need them. Thx :]

I'm not just a toy

The ropes were rubbing my wrists raw as I was being led into the musk filled room. There were men seated all around laughing and drinking.

I had paused for a second while looking around and was jerked into the back of the girl who was bound in front of me.

"All right you whores, time to get this show on the road," the greasy haired man named James scowled at us.

The girls around me trembled in fear; we all knew what was in store for us when we got onto that platform. We would be sold to the highest bidder as their own personnel sex toy.

I watched as the girls before me took their turn, shakily walking onto the platform. The auctioneer's voice boomed through the room.

"Going once, going twice, sold to the man with the curly brown hair."

The statuesque blonde before me was dragged off by a burly man with short, curly brown hair and deep blue eyes.

Now it was my turn. I walked up to the platform, I was afraid my legs would give out as I took the three short steps up. I walked to the center of the platform.

It was so embarrassing being up here in front of all these people, judging me on whether or not I was worth the money. It made me so angry that they could just purchase me like that. I wasn't something t steps up. I walked to the center of the platform. It was so embarrassing being up here in front of all these people, judging me on whether or not I was worth the money. It made me so angry that they could just purchase me like that. I wasn't something you could buy at the supermarket; I was a person just like them.

The Auctioneer began his fast talking and I just tuned him out. I wasn't interested in what I was selling for, i was more so in who was the one I would end up stuck with.

"I bid $1,000," said a deep velvet voice in the front corner of the room.

I looked over at him. He had deep bronze colored hair and piercing green eyes. His gaze connected with mine and I felt a shudder go through my body, his stare was so intense; it made me feel as though my knees would buckle under my now heavy body.

"Sold! To the man with red hair," proclaimed the auctioneer.

Then the man with the strange colored hair came up to my side and let his eyes gaze down approvingly at my body.

"I think you'll do fine for what I've got in store for you," he said as a menacing, crooked grin.

He roughly grabbed my arm and pulled me down from the platform.

"in fact," he said," I think you'll be one of the best I've had in a while."