Her Bidder (Savior or Villian)

Prologue:-

She was standing with tears continuously flowing down from her eyes. She was feeling disgusting and dirty. In 23 years of her life, though, she always wore western clothes. However, she never wore such clothes which she was wearing at that moment, barely covering her body. She wanted to hide somewhere, but she couldn't, as handcuffs were restricting her movements. She was standing in front of a hundred people who were looking towards her like hungry beasts. She was hoping for a miracle to happen, but she knew it very well that hoping something good from her fate would be wrong.

She closed her eyes as she couldn't take those dirty gazes anymore. Beside her, 13-14 more girls were standing. However, unlike her, they all were calm and composed.

She was someone who expected nothing from anyone. She was returning home after doing her job in the small café, when suddenly she felt something wet on her nose, and within minutes lost her consciousness. And when she opened her eyes, she found herself tied with a pole in some vast hall.

By looking at her surroundings, she realized that she is in some auction. Three girls were sold in front of her by them.

"Look how ugly she is looking because of all crying." "She even ruined her makeup." Two girls on her right side were talking about her in hushed voices. However, she could hear them, and hope rose in her heart. Maybe because of this nobody will bid on her. She closed her eyes to pray to God, when suddenly she heard an announcement, and her eyes opened with a jerk.

"Now it's turn for the girl on number 15", someone announced on which she looked down, and was shocked because she was having a paper pasted on her chest, showing number 15.

Her heartbeat rose when someone bids on her. The person who bids on her offered 15k pounds for her. She looked towards that person, and found a man around 40 staring at her with lust. She felt a lump forming in her throat.

The men present there kept bidding on her, and she wanted to die at that exact moment because she knows it very well that the person who will buy her in this auction, what will he do to her. The bidding amount kept increasing, and with each bid, her anxiety level was also rising. She was trying hard to free her hands, but they started bleeding, because of handcuffs.

".5 Million (5lacs) pounds", someone said from the crowd bid, on which the entire hall became silent, and all heads turned towards the person who bid the highest amount. She with teary eyes looked towards the person, but at the exact moment her vision got blurred, and she fell in the well of darkness.

She wanted to see that who was the person, but the mental tiredness didn't let her see anything. Before slipping in the well of deep darkness only one thought came in her mind that what the other person will do to her?

She came to London with a beautiful dream, but now only the thoughts of darkness was prevailing in her mind. She didn't know that what going to happen with her once she'll wake up.

Will she able to live a normal life or something else has been store in her life?

"To be continued…"

(Dear readers, the text written in the brackets were in Italic and Bold text. I've put the content in brackets to differentiate between the scenes or the situation. The bracket content may be from past, flashback or other scenes, so to avoid your confusion I've kept the text in the brackets.

I hope you'll like the story and sorry for the mistakes as English is not my 1st language, then also I'll try my best to avoid silly mistakes.

And I know that I've taken a common concept of bidding. But the plot will be a different one. Nobody is having any copyrights on any concept, as anybody can take a common concept. The thing which matters the most is, that, you are having no rights to steal someone's idea or plot.

"Take a common concept but write a plot of your own. Things can be common, but the plot shouldn't.")