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As soon as the words left my mouth, the door I had entered from opened, and two of the guards came charging in. Serious disappointment flooded my mind as I noticed the guards came in unarmed. I had really expected they would come in with their rifles. I could take one, kill both guards, and probably shoot through the mirrors, maybe get the hell out somehow while taking a few buyers down with me.

I knew they would just want to subdue me and not kill me. I was still valuable. But now that the element I had depended on was no longer available, my plan of escaping was quickly dwindling into nothing.

Shit fuck.

Well, at least these assholes were going to get a good show.

The first guard, who seemed particularly thin, came up the steps, and I threw a hard and fast reverse hook kick right across his smug face and sent him spinning to the ground. I wanted these fucks to see who they would be messing with if they bought me.

The second guard, a little stockier, came at me from behind, and as the platform turned, I back kicked him in the throat. I then pivoted around and boxed both ears before slamming my palm up into his nose. Following through with a few elbows to his face, I finalized my onslaught with a hard punch to his throat again, shattering his Adam’s apple.

By this time, the first guard had gotten back on his feet, and I didn't even give him a chance before I jumped from the platform and kicked him right in the center of his diaphragm with a flying side kick. He crashed to the floor, gasping for breath while I landed on my feet. But I didn’t give him the chance to recover before I got on top of him and began to lay waste to his face with my fists.

This wasn’t really part of the plan anymore, but all my pent-up rage had finally gotten the better of me. They couldn’t do anything further to me now. I was my new owner’s problem, so I might as well leave behind a few parting gifts while I still could.

But then the doors on both sides opened, and a total of five guards surrounded me, pulled me off the other guard, and pointed their rifles at my face. I raised my bloodied and bruised hands in surrender, but I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face as I looked over at the two guards who lay groaning on the ground. I wasn't even out of breath, and it felt good to know my skills were only useless against one man.

With five rifles pointed in my direction, the blood suddenly drained from my face as I listened to the guard utter the words that I’d been sold. After that little display, they still wanted me? Who the fuck thought they had the balls to handle me now?

With that new reality setting in, I quickly relaxed myself to prepare for the next altercation that was just on the other side of the door. I didn’t fight as I was led into the next room that appeared to be just a plain old office. A guard pointed at the floor in the center of the room.

“Sit there and keep your mouth shut. Your new owner will be here to collect you shortly.” He then walked over to the wall and waited while the rest of the men filed out.

I walked to the center of the room, sat back on my heels, and lowered my eyes to the floor. I suddenly felt sick and scared shitless as new theories began to bounce around in my head. What if my buyer turned out to be an even bigger sadistic fuck than the owner? What if he or even she got off on making me scream and bleed every moment of every day? What if my buyer already had a harem of slave wives and they wanted to add to their collection? What if I was being sold into prostitution and had to pay back the fee I cost them?

So many possibilities ran through my head, and it terrified me to know I would discover my future in a few short minutes.Whoever bought me was surely going to fucking regret it, though, and despite how hard it was for me to bench my fear, I was actually way too anxious to find out who the poor sad fuck was. My heart pounded away in my chest as the wait became unbearable.

Moments later, thundering footsteps vibrated through the floorboards before coming to a quick halt. The doors to the office were suddenly shoved open and slammed against their adjacent walls so hard that a picture fell from the hooks that held it. I raised my head as the sudden loud bang echoed off the walls, and my eyes widened in an uncontrollable fear. My stomach twisted and wrenched, and my heart nearly leaped out of my chest.

Standing in the doorway, his hands still on the doorframe, was the owner, wearing the sickest, most twisted smile I had ever seen. And then I knew.

“Fuck.”

He then straightened his spine.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he said, that shit-eating grin spreading wide across his face. “There will be plenty of time for that when we get home.”

To be continued...

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