I Own You
Why am in here? Why am I being caged? Why am I put on stage? Why are there...
"300,000 for Number 3!"
"500,000 for Number 18!"
"1 Million for Number 15!"
"5 Million for Number 18! Wow!" What the?! Is this for real? "Going once!... Going twice!" He hammered on the wooden board. "Our rare attraction for Number 18!"
What the hell is happening? I search among the sea of masked people. My gaze focused on a tall man who, among the audience, stood from his seat as he marched to the side of the aisle... with an eerie smirk formed from his perfectly featured lips.
When he reached the aisle, he smoothly removed his coat and hung it on his broad shoulder as he paced forward... towards the stage... towards me...
I remain speechless and stun as our distance was getting closer and closer. And I remain so, even as he stood in front of the cage where I am in. The auctioneer handed him a key, which is obviously for this freaky unbelievably real cage. The sound of freedom came to me as the squeak of the opening cage reverberate in my ear. Just when I finally catch my breath, I was pierced by the bidder's stare.. He entered the cage and drape my sight with his coat.
Before I can protest, he whispered with his husky tune, "I own you!"