Ok so i wrote this chapter like a week ago and i tried to post it two (or three?) times, but there was some kind of an error, so sorry if you got false notifications. But I'm back. Oh, and school starts this week, and normally I'd say I'll update less, but I don't give a simple damn about it, so. Oh, AND THANK YOU GUYS FOR THE REVIEWS AND FOLLOWINGS.
Barry's eyes widened in shock as the men approached him. He felt his heart skip a few beats as he realized what was coming.
'No, no, this can't be happening! Oh, God, please...please, no, don't let this happen! Let somebody save me! Anyone! I don't...oh, God.' Barry felt his eyes watering as he thought about what was coming.
'I'm...they...will rape me. Oh my God. Someone, please...help!'
Two men grabbed Barry's shoulders - since his arms were still tied behind his back - and other two grabbed his legs, and pinned him down to the floor. Barry didn't let himself so easily. He was kicking, shouting to be let go, but he had no chance.
As he was pinned down, the fifth guard placed the cuff and the white underwear on the bed, and approached Barry, who was still wriggling under the men's touch. The man now stood above Barry, looking at him.
"No, don't do this!" Barry shouted, with tears in his eyes "Don't touch me! Please, just don't do this!" He now was crying.
The guard didn't say anything, but grabbed Barry's jeans and pulled it off.
"P-please! Don't! Please!" He was shaking.
He got no response. He just threw Barry's jeans to the bed, and continued stripping him down - Barry was shouting trough the whole process - until he only had his underpants on.
'Oh, God, no! NO!'
Barry was now struggling harder, fighting like he never before, with all his powers. No success.
The man grabbed Barry's underwear, and easily pulled it off. Barry now started crying even more.
"Please! I-I...work for the CCPD I-I can help you. Please, I will do anything, I'll be h-helpful just...I.I w-won't tell anyone, I will he-help, just don't do t-this!" - he cried.
No one said anything, but when the man stepped to the bed, Barry closed his eyes and started shaking even more.
"OH MY GOD, PLEASE! DON'T DO THIS, YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"
"Easy, I'm just changing you."- said the man with a calm voice.
Now he walked back to Barry, and put the underpants on him.
Then the other guards stood him up, the two letting go of his legs, stood back, the other two still gripping his shoulders. Now the man who stripped him down walked behind him, making Barry flinch and gasp with every movement. Now he pulled out a small blade of his pocket, and untied his hands. Barry instantly started rubbing his wrists. It was until the man grabbed Barry's hands, and cuffed them in front of him.
Barry was still sobbing, when he spoke again.
"Wh-what's going on?"
"You'll see." - said the man, as the two who was holding Barry, now led him out of the door.
Barry was once again led trough the hallway, until they reached a door, bigger, wider than the other ones. One of the guards unlocked it, then grabbed Barry's arm to push him in. Barry didn't say anything as he shoved him in, tossing him off to the floor, reaching the ground with a loud thump, the door closing and locking behind him.
He was still lying on the floor as he looked around. The place was pretty dark, he could barely see anything. He saw people standing in the room, and when he studied them for longer he saw, that everyone was only wearing white underwears, hand cuffed in front of them, just like him. Barry now felt someone kneeling in front of him, so he looked there, but only saw the dark figure of a man.
"Hey, you okay?" -said the man, with a kind tone.
"Y-yeah...I guess..."
"Let me help ya out."
The man grabbed Barry's arms, and helped him to stand up.
"Thank you." - said Barry.
"It's okay. What's your name?"
"Barry. Allen."
"I'm Cisco Ramon."
Barry just nodded, he didn't know what to say. He was scared, and he could say 'glad to meet you', but he wished he'd never have to meet these people. Not this way.
"Well, at least, you were the last one." - said Cisco after minute of silence.
"W...what?" Barry was confused.
"For a while. I caught a conservation between two guards saying that today is the day, they won't kidnap other people, they already have enough."
"W-what are you talking about? What are they going to do? I mean, with us?"
Cisco sighed.
"You know what's out there? An auction."
Barry froze for a moment.
"You mean...they...gonna sell us?"
"Yeah...two guards come in, take someone, then return 5 or 10 minutes later, picking an other person. The last time they came in was like 5 minutes ago, just before you arrived." Cisco's face said it all. There's no way out.
"A-and what happens out there? What will we have to do? W-who would buy a person?"
"Probably someone...rich and bored."
"Oh,God..." Barry lifted his cuffed hands to his face, hiding in them.
"We should sit down." - suggested Cisco.
"Okay." -said Barry, as they walked towards the wall, then sitting down, resting their backs against the wall. Barry and Cisco started talking about things they love, sharing thoughts and memories with each other. The everyone else did the same. Well, almost everyone. Someone was just sitting in the corner of the room, just staring forward with blank expression, someone was walking up and down nervously, and the others were talking, in groups, or just with one person, it didn't matter. They just wanted to enjoy something before they go to 'hell'.
They were talking like that for six minutes or so,when the guards returned.
The whole room went quiet. On of the guards grabbed a man's arm, and started pulling him out. The man started shouting and kicking, but with no avail.
"YOU ARE SICK PEOPLE! YOU CAN'T DO THIS AND THIS WILL END SOON WHEN THE POLICE FINDS US!"
The guards did nothing, but kept dragging him, until they stepped out of the door, then one of the guards turned, and locked the door behind him. Everyone was shocked.
After a minute, a few people continued talking, just like Barry and Cisco.
"So, uh, we were talking about your job."
"Uhh...y-yeah, I work for the CCPD as a forensic scientist."
"Sound interesting. I couldn't do it. Seeing dead people almost every day. That sounds too much."
"It's not easy, but...I chose this."
"Hm." Cisco nodded.
"What's your job?"
"I work in a coffee shop on the corner. It's not like it was my dream to work there. I always wanted to do a more important job, like at Mercury Labs or S.T.A.R. Labs, because I'm good at science, but...this is how it turned out."
"Yeah, life sucks." - Barry said, as he tugged on his cuffs.
They continued talking about comic books, and it felt good to forget about their situation, and just talk about things they love.
This happiness lasted for like 4 minutes, until the guards came in again.
The whole room froze, just like every time. The guards looked around, picking their next victim. Everyone was looking down at the floor, hoping not to be chosen. And that's where Barry made a huge mistake. He looked up for a moment, but the man caught his eye, and then it was obvious. He was next. The man launched forward Barry and grabbed his arm.
"Please, no. Please, I'm begging you." - said Barry in a broken voice.
"No, no, wait!" - said Cisco - "Take me! Instead of him! Please!"
The guard didn't even pay attention, he just kept pulling Barry out of the room. Barry tried to fight, to escape from the man's grip, but with no avail. He now looked back at Cisco. It was a brave thing, what Cisco said. He was a brave man.
"Cisco!" - Barry whimpered.
"Barry!" - Cisco's eyes were watering. He just met Barry, but he still felt like they were friends. Maybe they were friends already.
As the door closed behind him, Barry felt lost. There was no way back.
He didn't have much time to be sad, as he was dragged forward. They were going trough another hallway, this one was less fancy then the previous, it was a simple one, with a door on the other end. As they reached the door, and stepped in, Barry found himself on a not so big stage, behind a big red curtain. Barry knew what was coming, but he wanted to ask, he needed to know.
"What am I supposedmmmfhhh..." - Barry couldn't finish his question, because one of the guards shoved a ball gag into his mouth and restrained it on his head. Barry felt the panic overtaking him. He was shaking and silent tears fell from his eyes as he was dragged out to the other side of the curtain. When he opened his eyes he saw about 70 men from age 20 to 70 sitting in front of him, everyone dressed elegant, a few already smirking at Barry.
"So, " -said a man standing on the stage, who Barry didn't even notice was there - "this boy toy here is Bartholomew Henry Allen. It was caught tonight, and check this out! It's a cop! It works for the CCPD as a scientist!" - Barry was now wriggling, trying to get out of the men's grip. Not only because he was sold like an animal, and considered as 'it', but because he felt the loss of oxygen, because of the ball gag, but they were too strong - "But let me be fair, and tell you, that one of the guards said that it's got something wrong with its nose, it can't breathe well trough it,"
- the man turned around, looked at Barry and pointed on his panicked expression - "as you can see. Just telling it, in case you want to play with it, you gotta be careful. Or not, it'll be more fun that way. But look at it! I think it's worth the money."
The men in the room started whistling and someone shouted "Cute!".
"So," - continued the man - "who gives $1000 dollars for it?"
Writing "it" instead of "him" while we're talking about Barry, kills me. If you leave a review, follow the story, love the story, or just read it, you are beautiful.
