"Going once, going twice, SOLD!"
The gavel fell with a loud bang onto the auctioneers table. Kelly stepped forward, watching as the eager man rushed forward, money in hand, dropping it on the table before he grabbed her. He could hardly wait to get her home before he started tearing her clothes off.
The thing that followed was the pain. The suffering. The anxiety.
It was sometimes too much for Kelly to bear, being beaten if she made a mistake, being starved if she talked back, and being raped nearly every night. It was all against her will and she fought to make it not happen, but it always happened.
She couldn't stop it from happening, but maybe she could prevent it from ever happening again. She wasn't afraid of death. Anything would be better than the pain. ANYTHING.
Entering this in the #wattys2016 but I don't expect to even get an honorable mention (lol)