I lunge for the car. It's the only thing I know to do. I get inside and slam the door shut, hitting the locks. The keys are on the passenger seat.
I'm just starting to reach for them when the window is broken, glass raining down on me.
Noah reaches inside, unlocking the car before he rips me out. He throws me to the ground, pain blossoming through the hip I landed on. He nods to the two men as they catch up. "Get her inside."
The men haul me off the ground, their grips tight, both of them staying clear of my head. They drag me behind them, a third man appearing out of nowhere and grabbing me by the legs.
My breathing comes to a screeching halt.
It feels like I can't get enough oxygen in. Terror courses through my veins as I wriggle, trying to get myself free.
I don't know what good it would do, but I have to try.
This isn't how I'm going to die.
Maybe if I stop fighting with them long enough to get my bearings, I could figure out another way out. Maybe my family knows where I am, and they're waiting for the right moment to come in and get me.
If I play along with what's happening right now, there might be a way out of this. A way where I'm alive and can go back to my life.
I'm dragged into a building I don't recognize. I try to keep track of the faces I see, but none of them are familiar, and they all look the same.
People pass me, whispering to each other.
There are thick velvet curtains hanging, the deep burgundy almost blending in with the black stage. Black tables are circled around the room, surrounded with luxurious booths. A bar is in the far corner.
I could get to the bar. Whoever is running it is likely going to be one of Noah's underlings.
Except wherever the hell I am is empty apart from the men forcing me through a door to a back room.
My heart is racing a million miles an hour.
I can't fight. I want to, but what good is fighting when I'm surrounded by people who are obviously the enemy? None of them here are going to help me. Not when this is an auction and dozens of women are going to be for sale.
Other women are gathered in the back, looking just as scared as I feel. Cum drips down the inside of my thigh as a thin woman with too much lip filler comes over.
She eyes the trail on my leg before shaking her head and pointing to the other side of the room.
"You're going to go over there and get cleaned up. And be quick about it. The auction is beginning soon and you're going to be the top prize." The woman is entirely unbothered, gesturing at me to hurry up and get over to the showers positioned along one wall.
"No." I take a step back, but I'm met with another woman and a gun.
She smiles sweetly. "You're going to go over there and get cleaned up, or I'm going to have them sedate you, and I'm going to make you do it. And trust me, you don't want to be sedated when you're finally bought."
My stomach flips.
I think I'm going to throw up. Ishouldbe throwing up right now. I don't know how I got into this. I was fighting for my life. I should've been able to escape. I should've been able to convince Noah to let me go.
I might've been able to if I didn't start thinking with my pussy.
And now I'm here. I'm going to be sold, and Noah thinks it's going to be to a man worse than him.
I could start trying to fight, but she already told me they won't kill me. Based on the amount of men stationed around the room, I don't think I'm going to get a good chance to end this either.
The woman with the gun pokes the barrel into my head, urging my forward.
I move like a robot, heading to the shower.
There's not a bit of privacy, women stripping down and bring shoved beneath the water.
