“Going once! Going twice! Sold!” The auctioneer hollered, gesturing to the winning bidder in the front row.
Kayla’s eyes opened, the fog slowly lifting from her vision as she adjusted to the light. The last thing she remembered was being at a bar with her friends. She was talking to a handsome man with blond hair and a strange symbol tattooed to his neck. She remembered it looked like a spiked dog collar wrapping around a rose. For some reason, this tattoo stood out in her mind as she tried to remember the events of the night before everything went dark. She recalled that he had bought her a drink, and they were chatting before he invited her to his place. Before she could even make her way out of the club, everything faded away. That was the last thing she remembered before waking up here, in this real life hell.