The Babysitter

V part two: What the hell is going on?

Andrea:

I slowly opened my eyes. I felt dizzy. I felt like I needed to throw up.

            Where was I? What happened?

            I felt a tight, cold grip around my wrists. What the fuck? As my vision became clear, I noticed that I was in a room. A room full of men. There were a couple of female walking around in basically no clothing. I panicked.

            I looked from my left and to my right. I saw that there were other girls chained against the wall too. I let out a loud screech and then one man turned around. He had a drink in his hand and he gave me a smile that sent a chilling tingle up my spine.

            “Ah, our new sale finally woke up,” he said to the crowd of men. They all clapped and I looked down and noticed that all I had on was my bra and panties. Oh my goodness did I get raped? And what the fuck did he mean sale? What is this?

            He started to glide towards me. He was beautiful. Stunning. But I could hint the evil in his eyes.

            He stepped up onto the platform I was standing on. I started to shake as he walked closer to me and the chains around my wrists started to rattle. He stopped when he was only inches away from me.

            “Shut that shit up,” he demanded. It was hard to stop shaking but to keep me safe, I stopped shaking. He smirked. “Ah, you’re a good girl.” He used one of his fingers to lift my chin up. He tiled my head from one side to the other. I couldn’t believe that whatever was happening to me was happening.

            “Hmm,” he hummed before turning around to the crowd.

            “We’ll begin the auction with this one over here,” he shouted. He pointed to a girl that was standing beside me. I looked over at her. She looked young and innocent. My eyes fell when men started to call off all of these high amounts of money.

            Oh my fucking goodness! Am I… in a sex slave trade? Who does shit like this? I didn’t know people really did this. I started to shake again. I couldn’t do this. I can’t sit here and forcefully have sex with somebody. All the men in here were looking at us girls that were chained up like dogs.

            All I could think about was Chris and Christopher. Then I got it. They have to know that I’m Chris Brown’s girlfriend, right?

            I was about to speak up before the man yelled “Sold!”

            Two big, buff guys walked onto the platform and unlocked the chains that restrained her. She was now free of the physical chains but now she’s about to have mental and sexual chains placed on her.

            The man who bought her wasn’t all that attractive either. She whimpered as she was being escorted off the platform. She looked frantically around her and then me and her caught gazes. We shared a long, deep stare before they basically pushed her out of the room.

            When it finally got down to me, I was the last girl standing there.

            “Mmm, this is a good one yall.” He looked me up and down. Who is this man?

            “You do know who I am don’t you?” I finally spoke up. All the men in the room turned their attention on us. He raised his eyebrow at me.

            “Do you think I care who you are?” he shot back. I rolled my eyes. “Shouldn’t you know something about the ladies you’re selling off to men? I could have HIV for all you know,” I matter-of-factly stated. I mean, I don’t have HIV but he doesn’t know that.