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Chapter 1: Potential Buyer

Today was my eighteenth birthday. Today was the day that I'd be sold to the highest bidder. I wasn't like the rest of the girls here. They said that I was special. My blue eyes weren't common for a Japanese woman. Neither was being a virgin at this age. Virgins sold higher on the market than any other kind of female. They took me when I was four the only memory I have of my life before coming here, was a face; a face that had the same eyes as mine and, my name. My name. I wonder what it would sound like for me to say it again. It's been so long since I last heard it. I wouldn't dare speak it though. 198337 that's my serial number. Here, we don't have names, just a number. According to them, products do not need names. Unlike the rest, they pampered me, took care of me. Bought me nice things. Everything I had ever wanted was handed to me on a silver platter. All because my hymen was intact.

For the past fourteen years, I've seen girls come and go. Raped, tortured, killed. They all hated me, they thought I looked down on them. That I was the lucky one. Who's to say that won't be my life once I'm sold? Till this day I still didn't know who they were. I'd only seen their servants. Today, that would all change. I looked myself over in the mirror. My hair was pulled into a neat high ponytail. I wore a white loose-fitting sundress with white flats. They wanted me to seem as sure as possible. I wore no jewelry, no makeup. There was a knock at the door, which startled me. It was 194337, the servant girl.

"They're ready for you." He said.

I could see the hatred in her eyes. I would be leaving this place and, she would stay here till the day she died. Or until anyone bought her. I nodded, following her out of the room and down the hallway. Sounds of screaming and moaning flooded my ears. I tried my best to drown it out. Two guards stood at the end of the hall. I could feel them undressing me with their eyes. Thankfully, they weren't allowed to touch me. No one was. We had to walk down three more floors before reaching the front door. That was as far as the servant girl could take me. She wasn't allowed outside, none of them were. A guard entered a pin into the keypad, opening the mechanical lock. He pulled the door open, sunlight slowly seeped in flooding the corridor. My new life was only a couple of hours away and, I wasn't sure whether to be grateful or afraid.