Sold
"700,000!" shouted a woman with red eyes and a fan.
"I bid 720,000!" said a man with long curly dark hair. The woman smirked.
"Naraku, is that really the best you can do? I'll say 750,000 yen!" The man Naraku rolled his eyes.
"My dear Kagura, that isn't nearly high enough for that specimen." With finality, he slapped the table and shouted, "850,000!" The woman Kagura winced and said no more, pursing her daintily painted lips. Kagome didn't like the look Naraku was giving her; he looked like he was trying to undress Kagome with his eyes. She swallowed hard as he smiled coyly, as if saying We're going to have some fun tonight.
Kagome heard murmurs from the crowd. "That unfortunate thing. He'll dispose of her by the next morning!"
"You know how he is. He'll use her, and the next morning she'll be nothing more than a corpse in the dumpster." Kagome's breathing became ragged. Her fingers were slick with perspiration.
The announcer looked around. "Nobody? Alright then, going once!"
This was her last night.
"Going twice!"
She would never experience adulthood. As soon as Naraku was finished with her, he would kill her. After all, she figured he was some crazy serial killer who cut up girls for fun. A dangerous glint appeared in Naraku's eyes as he smirked, knowing that he'd get her for sure.
"And sold to –"
"One million yen!" boomed a voice from the very back of the crowd. Everyone gasped, including Kagome. Who had saved her?