Sold at Auction-Book 1-The Men-Chapter 2

They continued to push, getting tired and weak as they went along. Punxie began to sag and was getting a taste of the whip on almost every revolution of the turnstile. Anna felt a kindred spirit with her and tried to push harder so that Punxie would not get beaten. It did not fool the guards and just made Anna more tired. Punxie kept getting beaten, and Anna sobbed with the hopelessness of the situation and the unfairness of it all.

The two men entered the filthy chamber. One was older, and the other barely more than a boy. Both were very dark and dressed in dark pants with a leather vest over their naked chests. The boy was wide-eyed at the sight of the naked women straining on the turnstiles.

“Wow, Dad. This is better than you described it,” said the young man, looking around at the naked women tied to the turnstile.

“Yes, Son. It is time you saw and learned about the trade that we are in. This is where it starts.”

“Where did they come from, Dad?” the young man said as he looked at the women’s naked struggles.

“We get them out of the clubs mostly. We have agents in the best clubs who will spike their drinks, and we have others who will deliver them to us here.”

“Why do you make them push that thing around?”