<a class="postlink" href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cuidiYuPwhU/USe4t2-i5OI/AAAAAAAAAiI/iURgCGmlyYU/s1600/4384691_5188f8ad.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Jayee Smith woke up in a cage, from what she could tell it felt as if her whole body was chained down. But the more time she was awake, the more she realized that it was only her wrists and ankles that had been heavilly chained to the floor of the cage. A loud buzzing in her ears had her forcing her blue eyes open, but almost instantly she squeezed them shut and turned her head away from the extremely bright lights. Slowly the buzzing in Jayee's ears faded away and was replaced with a man speaking into a microphone.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"And straight from the capital, the oh so generous dictator has donated this lovely sleeping beauty here!"</span><br/><br/>Jayee could hear the distant sounds of metal rings being scraped against metal and the heavy sound of fabric dragging across a wood floor. Suddenly the bright lights got brighter, making her wince as she struggled to sit up. There was a sharp pain on the side of her head but she ignored it for now. Right now she had to know where she was and what she could possibly do to get out. The chains rattled against the cage, making her head pound as she moved around and all the loud hoots and hollers came from every direction. Tucking her legs up underneath her, Jayee bent her head towards the ground as she opened her eyes again. This time she made her eyes adjust to the bright conditions as she looked at her body first.<br/><br/>Jayee's blood boiled as she realized the clothes she was wearing were not the clothes she had put on that morning. A tight black and white checkered shirt hugged her breasts, showing off her toned belly but the view was cut off by the pair of black, ripped up jean shorts that gripped her skin tightly, showing off her well-toned legs. Her shoes were missing and she had been stripped free of any weapons. Slowly looking up, her bangs draped over her eyes, shielding them from view. But while all the men were busy throwing out bids for her, Jayee was analyzing her options and saw her chance as the auctioneer got closer to the cage.<br/><br/>Leaping forward, Jayee snaked her hands through the bars and managed to get a vice-like grip on his arm. The men in the room laughed and poked fun at "how bad she wanted him" or "she was getting restless" The acutioneer laughed and even went on to say how "bad" she was or that the men needed to be careful cause she was a fighter. Well at least he got one thing right. Without wasting any time, Jayee had the man's arm in the cage with her and she bit down as hard as she could onto his wrist. The auctioneer dropped the mic to the floor and yelled in pain as blood dripped quickly from his wrist onto the floor below. The man jerked his arm and pushed against the cage trying to get it free from her grip. Unfortunately for him, the more he moved the harder she clamped down until blood was filling her mouth. Jayee wanted to be sick from the amount of blood in her mouth, but she had to find  a way out and the best possible way to do that was not to be sold.<br/><br/>The men in the crowd started cheering Jayee on, laughing and commenting about how sexy she was like a bunch of pigs. The auction was still on but the auctioneer had other things to worry about. Crew members ran over to help the auctioneer, pulling on him or jabbing sharp objects into Jayee's side. As one of the crew members hit a sensitive spot on her side, where she had already broken a rib that wasn't completely healed, Jayee yelled in pain and let go of his wrist. Spitting out the blood in her mouth before she backed away to the center of the cage, coughing and holding her side as she looked around her. The auctioneer was being hustled away by the crew members and a new one took his place, janitors began cleaning up the blood from the floor as the auction continued.<br/><br/>Jayee gripped one of the floor bars of the cage and squeezed her eyes shut.<span style="font-style: italic">This cant be happening... What would my dad or mom do?.. This never happened to them..</span>She thought to herself, trying not to panic. This wasnt supposed to happen. How the hell did the plan go so damn wrong?!