Kidnapped [Zprimal & Celeana]

[Zprimal]

The modelling audition was to be held in the Vitruvian, a hotel placed in the business district which was not out of place among the various skyscrapers which served as different corporation's continental headquarters. The entire floor had been booked out, as referenced by a sign at the entrance of the hotel indicating that those attending the audition should take the lift up, where they would be required to present their identification before being directed into a function room which served as a waiting area.

The room was a function hall, lined with rows of cushioned seats on the three other walls, each with a small table separating it from its neighbour. Every so often, an android would enter the room to usher one of the participants into the adjacent room where the panel was held. By the door was a row of cases, each roughly the size of an electronic keyboard, though the case itself looked like it was much more expensive than a simple keyboard.

There was a sensor bar which was set in the middle of the corridor where they needed to pass it. Most would presume it was a metal detector when it was feeding scanned models of the females who passed them to the judges she was about to meet. On entering, they were asked a few questions, some were rejected; those that were not were led into the room opposite where the scent of the chamber was slightly different compared to the perfume used by the hotel.

The gas would be then pumped from cylinders hidden by furniture in the room before the girl was packed into the many empty black boxes which were in this room and sealed within it once life support was running. Apart from the panel of judges, the entirety of the staff here was androids as evident by their exotic iris colouring. They were a much better choice when it came to more questionable acquisition procedures and make emotional appeals online when their jobs were to be of utmost secrecy.

 

[Celeana]

Amy looked at the advertisement for the modelling audition again. She was seriously considering it. She was seventeen, almost eighteen, a recent graduate and this might be the break she was looking for. Foster care wasn't exactly the greatest thing to grow up in and in this case, she'd be able to make money for herself. Surely she was pretty enough right? She cast a glance at herself in a nearby mirror. Her hair was a deep rich chocolate color, with hints of red in the light. Her skin was pale, her face symmetrical with bright green eyes and full lips. She could be a model couldn't she? She closed out the advertisement on her tablet and then pushed herself up from the table. Swiping a key card to use the public transit system, she then made her way to the district and building where the auditions were being held. She knew it was a risk, and that she was going out on a limb, but this was her shot and she was going to take it.

When she arrived, the line was relatively long. She kept her nerves at bay as much as possible, passing by the sensor bar, and then moving to take a number from one of the androids as well as filling out a few data entry forms that provided her name, age, and all of that other stuff.

Once that was done, she sat and waited for her number to be called and then was led into a room in front of a panel of judges. She slowly stepped inside and then gave a shy smile to the panel present. "Hello," she greeted warmly, trying to be at her most charming.

 

[Zprimal]

"Good afternoon, Miss Harris. Let's begin the interview then shall we? You may address me as Anne." The bespectacled female glanced down over the records of her. "You are a graduate, yes? I am assuming here so feel free to correct me. You have not had much experience in this field before nor have you made a brand for yourself. This is key in what we want. Since having an already established audience for your content is against our hiring policies. How long do you intend to work for? Are you comfortable with travelling if the job requires it? What about limits, have you given them thought on what you are willing to model for?" She made sure to take note of her statement, silence piling up as she recorded her answers.

"We should call her to come back after we make our considerations." The male with an intricate cybernetic arm implant tapped his lips.

"Oh, I say we let her go for it." Anne replied, "I say she has the advantage in years. So long as she is responsive to the training," She turned to Amy, "Go ahead into the next room. The android will show you the way. We'll have you do a test shoot and you will be compensated for it regardless if it is used or not." She nodded to the sleek android figure barely indistinguishable from human likeness if not for the addition of status light on its temple.

"Please wait here." The android said after entering behind her and shutting the door. It flicked a switch on the wall which saw the steady pumping of gas into the chamber. "Please do not panic. This is all part of the procedure."

Once the young lady was completely out, she was fully undressed, any form of device and document she had on her person was destroyed entirely. The capsule which held her was cool, vapour forming as the snug magnetic bands were tightened around her arms, wrists, neck, thighs, ankles. From there she was sealed within the case, the automated systems linking up with her vitals while slowly bringing her into wakefulness. She could see out of the capsule, but no one was able to look in. She was then hauled into the first chamber where dozens of other capsules were laid in plain sight of the other attendees. No amount of sound could escape the capsule, it was made specifically for the containment and transport of human goods.

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Hours later, she was shipped off-site. The location was hidden from her but it was surely still within the city. Needles injected a cocktail of glucose and chemicals into her bloodstream, supplementing her meal while preparing her for her auction. She was set upright backstage, among rows and rows of the other capsules. One by one, the pods were rolled out onto the stage where the speakers blared.

Then it was her turn. They dialled a code into a pad hidden on the side of the case before wheeling her out. The pod cycled quickly, retracting needles and measurement equipment from her before the lid peeled open and she was exposed to a sea of faces. "Now our next female. A young graduate, almost eighteen! A bit shy but with enough encouragement she will be able to do anything! Her body is in perfect shape, no opioids or reliance on drugs! Thanks to her," The man with the cybernetic arm glanced to Amy for a second before turning back, "Thanks to her inexperience, her starting price starts at five-hundred thousand!" Her details, much more extensive now, flashed on the huge screen behind them. A green light flashed almost immediately in the audience and the bidding commenced.

 

[Celeana]

Amy had been in a state of constant terror. She'd never been a fan of tight spaces, and now she was inside of a black box, staring out in a room full of black boxes. She was awake, forced to grapple with the fact that the place that she thought might be her salvation, was more of a nightmare. THe things attached to her retracted when it came time to wheel her out. She was still in the pod, but now everyone could see her naked flesh and she could see them. She crossed her arms over her bare breasts, shivering, panicking. Her heart was pounding heavily as the bids started. Five hundred thousand, one million, one million two hundred, and up and up it went. A young nubile female that was attractive and inexperienced. A perfect little slate with which to play with.

She was having a panic attack and it took all of her strength to not go into a full freak out. She had to remain calm, hope this was just a nightmare and that she would just wake up at any moment. The moment never came. The seller announced sold, but Amy had been so wrapped up in trying to shield her appearance from the people present, and her own thoughts, that she hadn't heard the number. The pod she was in slammed shut again and she was transported off stage to a zone where she would be picked up once the bill was settled. Tears pricked at her eyes but she wasn't going to try. She was going to try and find a way of escaping whatever hell she was in.