<i>Stop. I don't want to hear. </i>Was what Jackie wanted to tell him, but instead, he continued to taunt her. She wondered if his plan was to cause her to make a scene during the auction because she felt she soon couldn't stop herself and...<br/><br/>The bidding was already starting for Brandi and Jackie felt she couldn't go through watching this. Yet, she was still looking at the stage and on the poor girl that was staring back at her and was begging for her to help. But the poor detective couldn't do anything. She was in the same position as her and considering the man next to her was planning to sell her, she would never finish this case and the mere thought that her career as a cop was ending hurt her more than the actual punishment she had been receiving. She sighed and released her fingers from her clenching and stretched them. She was slowly starting to accept her punishment and instead of being tense, she was slowly getting less frustrated and her harsh gaze transformed. The redhead was suddenly looking very sad and gloomy. She even looked away when the bidding for Brandi came to an end and when her buyer came to take her away, Jackie ignored the blonde's desperate screams for help.<br/><br/>The auctioneer then declared that they would take a short break and the guests were getting some refreshment while they stood up and started to mingle with each other. By the sound of their cheerful speech pattern, none of them seemed concerned that this was very illegal or that they could get caught. It was as if they were visiting a regular auction, only that they were collecting slaves and not antiques.<br/><br/>Jackie wasn't sharing the same cheerfulness. She was feeling awful, even miserable. From the moment she had woke up and realized she had been captured, she had told herself that she will escape and put an end to this. But now, she was starting to doubt herself and when she felt James' leaning closer to her, she no longer found a desire to hurt him. He had won. She assumed that later, he probably would sell him to that man from earlier and she would be on her way to somewhere far away. She would never return to the city she loves and the same city she always dreamed of protecting from assholes like the man sitting next to her.<br/><br/>The detective moaned softly into the gag. It sounded as if she was trying to object, but she couldn't muster it anymore.<i>I can't do anything. I can't save anyone from this hellhole and he knows it. </i>She told herself and shyly, she glanced at him, before she looked away again. He was smiling at her. He was enjoying this far too much and it was frustrating that she couldn't stop him.