THE PRICE IS YOURS

He told himself tonight he was done, cold turkey, while in the back of his mind, he'd be back for next week's viewing. The Uber driver pulled the car to a quick jerking stop jostling him in the back seat. His name was Kyle, a man on a mission who worked in the entertainment industry giving him access and numerous connections. He was also at the moment high off cocaine, ready for another bump any minute. 

As he went to leave the parked car and looked to make his way into the building, it was still raining like sheets from the heavens, so he coaxed the driver to pull up more under the overhang of the entrance. Once he got out, the rain hit him pretty well, damping his bespoke suit. He held his right hand over his head to protect himself, reaching the building entrance. 

Once inside, he was not in his element, standing out like a sore thumb as he was tall, thin, well dressed, and white. In the projects, he just being white was enough, but this is where he needed to go to get his fix. He rushed down the darkened hall of the building's first floor, preparing himself with another bump as he walked up on a red door. 

He knocked with a specific rhythm, sniffing and rubbing his noses as the toxins began to re-up in his system. The door finally opened inside; it was dark, nearly pitch black up ahead; you could see the light as the sound of his well-made shoes clicked against the presumably cement floor. As he drew closer, he could see a lit room with chairs facing a window with a curtain drawn. 

One other person sat alone in the room in a far corner from where Kyle was. Their eyes met once as the two men looked at each other, and the other man went back to gazing at the drawn curtain. Kyle took a seat on the front row, dusting his nose once more, and settled in, pulling up an app on his phone. 

The app was to his bank, showing his current bitcoin balance showing an exact balance of $500,000.00. He then muted his phone and closed out all other applications on his phone except his bank as the already dim lights went dimmer like at the start of a movie in a theater. 

Kyle looked back once more at the man in the far corner and then back to the drawn curtain, which reverently began to pull back, revealing a nude young girl bound and gagged to a cross crying with a terrified look on her face. Then after a pause, a digitized voice came over the rooms PA system, saying, "You may now begin placing your bids now."