Chapter 4
by 
dangerslut
One of the men approches me.
"This one looks about right, Frank."
When I sense the man moving close, I shut my eye's so the only thing I can do is listen.
A second walks over, Frank I assume. "Yeah she'll do. How old?"
His hands grope around my ass even though my ID is in the bag hanging on the chair. Eventually he or his boss figure it out.
"Twenty-two, and an organ donor," the first man reads.
"Alright, bag her. It's getting late." I guess Frank's running this show.