The girl cried out from the harsh handling.
"Be gentle," Alpha said quietly. "Damaged goods aren't worth as much."
The guard quickly let go.
Alpha walked along the line again, checking out each girl. Each one was marked. Each one was his.
"The auction is in three days," Linda said. "Buyers are already placing bids early."
"How much?"
"About four million so far. The final amount is expected to be between eight and ten million."
"Sounds good." Alpha stopped at the end of the line. "These three," he pointed at a group of girls who were all about fifteen and crying, "keep them out of the auction."
Linda took notes. "For what?"
"Personal use. I have clients who like... custom orders."
Linda kept a straight face and just kept typing. "Got it."
One of the girls, Alpha, pointed to let out a sound. Not quite a scream, but definitely full of terror.
Alpha smirked.
He turned to leave, but then came back to the girl with dark hair, the fighter.
