2.Auction.

Jason Kang stared at the invite one hour to go he had still not made up his mind. His father had threatened him, to impress the new business partners or let Jonathan take charge of the family business. He hated that his father always threatened him like that, he had proved himself enough to his father already. But always, always he had to bring up that bastard of a half-brother to make him bend to their every wish. Now he had to marry a woman whose family made money from selling stolen and kidnapped women. And now he had to attend one of the auctions to show support. Why his father wanted to enter business with such disgusting people he had no idea. Plus, if he wanted sex he had many easy ways of getting it, so many women would throw themselves at him so he didn't see why he should buy a woman and force her. He didn't have sick desires like that.

He swirled the whiskey in his cup and stared at the invite, he could just go and observe right? He didn't have to buy anyone either. Besides, it will give him a chance to see the madmen that lived for this. At least he would be careful when next he wanted to do business especially when his useless father finally dies.

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"Do you think she is coming to?" Jessie heard a voice pull her from the darkness, she slowly opened her eyes and winced at the loud banging at the door.

"Hey, bitches! get up, time to get you ready." A man yelled.

Jessie took a look around the room and saw girls just like her, scared out of their wits. It was crazy how many ladies fell victim to this and even crazier she was here. But where was here?

What were they going to do with them? What did they mean by getting ready? Okay, this isn't making sense at all. A large man entered the room with a rifle and stood by the door while other ladies walked in after him they took the girls out in fives, and after about thirty minutes they came back and did the same thing. Until there were just three girls left, Jessie and two others. She didn't even have a chance to take notice of the paintless rough walls and the stench of misery.

"Follow me," the lady said curtly to Jessie.

"Follow you where? Where are you taking me? Please let me go." She pleaded but the woman gave her a pointed look and repeated.

"Follow me!"

"No! I will not go until you tell me where you're taking..." a hard slap stopped her from saying any more. Jessie grabbed her cheeks in disbelief and stared at the now-angry woman.

"Follow me!" she said again. Jessie got up to her feet and slapped the woman back.

"How dare you!?" She yelled. "I am not someone you can treat anyhow, do you get me?" she added standing her ground.

The big man by the door approached her and grabbed her arm shoving her into the wall behind her hard. She scraped her elbows on the rough concrete as she fell.

"You think you're better than her?" The man said in a thick accent, one she could not identify. Gesturing to the woman she just slapped.

"No I don't think, I know that I would never kidnap someone and do whatever it is you people do you here," she scowled at the man that had bent down to look her directly in the eyes.

"Oh yeah? Well by the time you're in a collar and sold to your next owner, you wouldn't feel so bold anymore!" The woman spat.

"Fuck you!" Jessie yelled, "Fuck all of you!"

And the edge of the barrel was the last thing she saw before everything was totally blank.

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Jason watched as they auctioned off ladies, how many women had been sold now? About 10? 15? He didn't know all he knew was that he wasn't the least bit interested. He didn't plan on participating anyway and besides he hadn't seen anyone he would even care for. But the efforts weren't wasted, he had seen a lot of rich business tycoons in the room. A lot of respectable men, politicians, celebrities, businessmen and even a few well-to-do women in the crowd as well. He would never have taught in a million years that he would ever see these people here.

"And now our last batch of ladies, but as they say we have really saved the best for last!" The auctioneer announced.

The next lady they brought in caught Jason's attention, he couldn't see her face, and they didn't reveal any of the women's faces they all wore black bags over their heads. More proof that they were only sold for their bodies. But this particular woman caught his interest, she wasn't skinny like the other girls and she didn't seem too young either. Her skin was smooth and tan, it looked like she took care of herself. She looked expensive. She had curves in all the right places and very long and appealing legs. But it wasn't her perfect bust or tight ass that really interested him, but the fact that she was carried in. She was unconscious, that was a first. The auction began and it was no surprise they was a fight for her. She had a perfect body, a body that looked trained and taken care of. And in that dress, there was little left to the imagination.

"2 million dollars" the next bid was placed.

"4 million!"

"5 million!"

"7!"

"20 million dollars" Jason raised his sign and everybody turned to look at him.

"20 million dollars" the auctioneer yelled "any other offers, 3! 2! 1!"

"Soooold to the gentleman over there."

Jason got up and left the auction room, he was done there. He wasn't quite sure why he bought her but he was sure of something. His father was going to be so pissed that he spent 20 million dollars on a woman. It was a far cry from what his mother, the man's own wife got in her lifetime.

"Sir, if you would wait a moment we'll get her ready for you," A woman said to him as he left the auction room.

"Make it quick I don't have any more time to waste," he said and she nodded walking away.

"Mr Kang, may I show you to the waiting room, then," Another lady asked and he followed her to a lounge. He was the only one in there at the moment. He sat on the couch and waited for his money's worth. "May I get you anything?" She asked.

"No. Where are the other men that... won the auction?" He asked.

"They are in another lounge sir, you see this is the VVIP lounge," she said.

"VVIP? Isn't that trying too hard?"

"Well it is necessary sir, you see no one has ever spent that amount of money on a product before."

"Product? Aren't you meant to be more sympathetic towards those women, considering you're not even in much of a different situation?" He spat.

"I apologise if I have offended you, sir."

Jason shook his head, she had clearly been brainwashed either that or she was really sick.

"Get out." He ordered and she left the room.

"Mr Kang," a man this time walked into the lounge, with a briefcase. "This contains the contract, collar and remote," he said placing the briefcase on the glass table before him.

"A contract?" Jason asked.

"A non-disclosure contract, it just a routine procedure nothing serious."

"And if I refuse to sign it?" Jason asked.

"Ah... well um... that would be a problem, sir."

"Well, I will not sign it immediately. I do not sign anything I have not thoroughly gone through," he said, crossing his legs.

"Well, you can go over it now, while they prepare your product."

"I swear to god, one more person say product!" He snapped.

"I'm so sorry sir, so sorry" the man apologized.

"You may leave, nobody comes in here unless my woman is ready." The man nodded and left.

He picked up the briefcase and began to go through the contract. After a few minutes, the door opened and two men walked in with his 'product'. A face he was familiar with walked in after them. George Lee, his new business partner.

"Hello Jason, I must say didn't expect you to buy any product. And 20 million dollars is a lot. You must have heard that you are the highest spender since this started over three generations ago."

"So? What now?" He asked.

"So now you have your woman and we have some simple rules," George said.

"Humor me," Jason replied.

"You have a collar, optional but I advise you to put it on, you've bought a real spitfire. The remote is there in the briefcase and I'm assuming you've read the contract so, have you signed it?"

"I'm not signing that, I have some changes that will need to be made," Jason stated.

"As usual, I expected this, making trouble. This also you are the first."

"Well I'm not some psycho with twisted sexual needs, I'm not playing right into your trap and giving you a chance at blackmailing me." Jason smiled. "Now if you don't mind putting the woman in my car, I'll be on my way. Send a new contract to me and no funny business. Trust me I'll find out." He got up and walked out. Leaving a very annoyed George behind.

After they put the woman into the car, the drive was rather silent, the hood was still on, safety precautions. She hadn't uttered a sound, if not that she was walking on her own two feet he would have assumed she was still unconscious.

When it was finally only them alone in a room after the maids had directed her in and left her in a room, Jason walked in and took off the hood.

For the first time in hours Jessie saw more than blurred images she looked up at the bastard that bought her, with a deep scowl on her face ready to pounce.

" I must say, you look very familiar. By chance do I know you?" Jason asked taking off the gag.

Jessie gave a small wicked grin looking straight at him.

"Yes, you probably do."