Anen's POV


The guards pounded on the door of the cellar, but I was too terrified to get it.

"Fi!" I slapped her face repeatedly.

"Ugghh..." She raised her head slightly and slammed it back onto the dirty concrete floor.

"The guards are here..." I whispered quietly, my teeth chattering together.

"Stop being a pussy."

I sighed and walked up the creaking stairs to the door.

As I slowly opened it, the door pushed open and a pair of calloused hands grabbed me.

"Where's the other one?!"

"Check downstairs!"

I stood still, knowing what would happen if I fought them.

Never struggle.

"STOP IT!!!" Fiona's screeches echoed from below.

"DON'T STRUGGLE!" I reminded her.

She was silenced automatically as the guard dragged her up the steps.

They pushed us down a hall hadn't seen in years, well since they took us here.

She panted and whimpered as they kicked at her ankles to get her to walk faster.

"It's gonna be fine."

"No talking." The guard behind me was way nicer than Fiona's. I felt guilty for her.

Quickly grabbing her hand, I squeezed it reassuringly.

There was a door on each side at the end of the hallway, one labeled Prep Room and the other Auction Bay.

We both got pushed into the Prep Room, the guards forcefully separating our hands.

I wanted to close my eyes so I wouldn't see what was next, but I couldn't.

Our clothes were sliced off by a switchblade and my guard motioned me to get in a silver tub full of steaming water.

I of course did so, my body stinging horribly but I remained silenced.

"NO!!!" I heard beside me, as a loud splash seeped into my ears.

I looked over at Fiona who was flailing as the guard pushed her head under water.

She emerged from the water, her face bright red.

"DON'T STRUGGLE!" I shouted back, as her guard smirked at me.

"Shh..." My guard told me, grabbing a mug from a metal desk nearby.
"Head back." He scooped up water from the tub and poured it on my hair.

I hissed in pain, while the guard sternly brought his index finger to his lips.

"Stand up."

Slowly getting up, I felt the comforting cold surround my body. A towel was wrapped around me as I awkwardly stared at him.

His name tag read: Ronnie

"I think Mr. Control would like to see this one."

"Nah, he likes the feisty ones." I could hear the smirk in the other guards voice.
"Maybe he'll like this one."

Ronnie sighed softly as he rubbed the towel through my hair.
"But you can't bring her to him like that, he'd be pissed that she's all red."

"Then I'll wait until she's calmed down." The guard said annoyedly.

"Well I'm bringing her to the Auction Bay." He took me out of the tub and set me onto the tiled floor.

"Ronnie..." I whispered.

He stopped but didn't look at me.

"I mean Sir," I corrected.
"Can I wait until my friend goes?"

He shook his head quickly, pushing me out into the hallway again.
"I'm sorry, kid."

"I LOVE YOU FIONA!" I yelled before he slammed the door shut.

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