"Get up" I felt a kick to my side as I was rudely woken up and suddenly dragged across the cell I had currently made my home out of. "Wha.." I drawled out as I suddenly awoke as the gravel cut my skin causing me to a sharp drag of air in. The loud scream of the crazy lady had me looking backward as I realized I'm halfway down a hallway. Scuffling to my feet I stood up and started to walk behind the man.

it's a different man, this one has a blonde buzz cut and a large scar scaling its way from his back to his neck. The white fitting sleeveless shirt not doing so well at keep him covered. I glanced forward, the hallway suddenly becoming much brighter as the torches suddenly spanned out into a large room. Shoving me into a wall, he stared down at me, which in return I stared down at myself. My clothes are different, instead of wearing my normal layered clothes im in a ripped up tan shirt that reaches my knees.

"Stand over here" he shifted his shirt, letting a large knife make itself apparent to me. Walking away he picked up a hose. "Strip.now." His voice curt and full of a type of malice that I dare not test.

Doing as he asked I took the shirt off, covering my top half as the hose suddenly sprayed me. Trying to scrunch my body up I shivered the cold water making me feel colder than the time the I had gotten stuck in the middle of a snowstorm when I was 5. Before I knew the ice shower was done and a towel was thrown at me and I quickly wrapped myself in it as I tried to hastily warm myself up. Keeping my gaze on the ground, I watched as large feet found their selves in front of me. "Move" he pushed me forward, "what abo-"I somehow spoke out, but was quickly interrupted. "Leave it" I nodded my head as he opened a door and I followed through. Suddenly voices greeted my ears as women of all ages gathered around me. Their clothes tight and revealing, their make up caked on and dark and for some, smudged. Make her pretty, she'll go for a pretty penny" he spoke in a low voice as he pushed me forward, leaving me with the women.

"Is that your natural hair?" A blonde one in a red dress said, she's quite pretty with her doey blue eyes. "Yes" I continued to speak quietly and shakily, any courage I had gained throughout my life disappearing.

"It is quite rare to have pink hair, you will go for quite the penny" an older brunette spoke this time as she grabbed a lock of hair and twirled it around her finger. I only shrugged my shoulders in reply. Feeling someone grab my hand I looked infront of me, the blonde girl guiding me to a seat in front a lighted vanity. The brunette had found a place behind me, taking a device that kind of looks like tongs she started to gently pull through my hair. The blonde moved my face so I'm now looking at her, I followed her hand as she grabbed a small box and dipped her hand into it. Rubbing her finger around she lifted it to my face "close your eyes" she mumbled as she rubbed her finger on my eyes, smearing eyeshadow on them. Then mascara and lipstick, making sure that it looked even, "open" her voice somehow cheery. "Wow you're quite the beauty," she said in awe as she stared at my face " let's see a smile" she grinned at me, and for some reason, I didn't want to make her sad, so I smiled despite the fact that I'm almost crippling in fear.

"Alright Ali stop traumatizing the poor girl,"I looked behind me as the brunette woman stepped away, her gaze matching Ali's, something of awe and sadness. "How about this" I watched as a new woman made herself apparent to the scene, in her arms a black dress with a an a neon yellow-ish ribbon in the center. "Yeah that'll do, I'm not sure whats with all the black." She spoke with an agitated tone as she put the dress on a chair and stared at me. "Yeah me neither, I guess that's' what sellin' nowadays" the brunette seemingly hummed as the blonde grabbed my hand, lifting me up. Keeping my eyes on my feet as I twiddled my thumbs, not really caring that butt-cheek naked. "My arent you a cutie, well put this on," the new brunette said as she helped me put on the dress that seemed like more fabric when it wasn't on. Patting the dress down I stared at the woman, "what happens now?" I asked timidly. "Well you're a slave, in essence, you get sold, and if your lucky someone will buy you as a wife. I'm surprised you didn't realize what's going on... I mean this quite a notoriously known slave company." She spoke as if this normal. But I can only look at her with shock. "I'm a slave... and what do you mean known? What kind of slave company is known?" I asked in a panic.

"Well this trade has been around for decades, you've never heard of the Bosco traders?" I shook my head no, my hair falling in my face, I suddenly noticed how long and straight it is. The curls being completely removed from my hair. "They've been getting quite popular, I'm just a little surprised that's' all" I watched her gaze change from kindness to sadness then pity. Whoosh* we all turned around and stared at the figure that appeared in the doorway. "Is she ready" the same man. From earlier said, his face still expressionless as before. "All ready," Ali said in a sad voice as she gently pushed me towards the man.

"Let's go" doing the same as earlier I followed him into a hallway that seemed to go on forever. Then we came to a door, which he open, and lead me to what seems to be the area behind a stage. "Go" he pointed to an 'x' on the floor that stands behind a velvet curtain. Walking over I felt a sickening feeling bubble in my stomach, and tears prickle at my eyes. She worked so hard on the make up I'd feel bad if I just ruined it. I need to distract myself. I listened to the chattering voices in front of the closed curtain. It mainly sounds like men, but I can also hear a few women mixed into the chattering. *thud thud*

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, we saved the best for last, standing around 5 feet tall, with brian eyes. not to mention her most prominent feature being bright pink hair! Here she is the bidding starts at 100,000 joules, the price is little high but she is also quite the rarity" I watched as the curtain lifted up, revealing me as if I was prized jewel, people 'going' and 'awing' at my vibrant hair. I looked around the room, there are maybe 200 people in here, starting at me as if I was a prime roast that had been perfectly cooked... I could go for some roast. I rested my arms on my stomach as it let out a low grumble of protest for food.

"alright the bidding has drawn to a close call 455,039 joules, does anyone want to go any higher for the Pinkette?" the overly happy man spoke as he sold my life away. Ignoring my shaking legs I held my gaze on the crowd, watching as the woman held up a card. "500,000 joules going once, going twice, going three times... SOLD to the lady in black!" he screamed in a disturbing joy as a large hand wrapped around the arm and pulled me back into the dark. Pulling me back into the darkness.

The lady in black? That doesn't sound very nice, at all. Thoughts rocketed throughout my head as different ideas of who and what the woman did to acquire the name did. No of them being good and only leaving me with a feeling of isolation and a deep-rooted fear that shook my bones into a deep a rigged slumber.