Not quite...

You can't help but smile as you tap her platform with one hand and wave over

a more familiar auctioneer. You do some shadow bidding for him helping to

drive his profits up, and in turn he runs a simple cadaver scam for you.

He simply **** the girl you want, notes that she bit her tongue off, and

then sells you the 'corpse' on the cheap.

You turn back to Natalie and half whisper. "Just take the pill this guy

gives you and we'll get you out of here."

Her eyes suddenly snap open and she straightens up nodding once. Your partner

in crime breezes right past you onto the platform and shoves the pill into

her mouth. He barely even starts to lift her up to show her off when she

goes limp. He half yells "Shit, she's dead. Stupid slut was a biter. You

guys get these others gagged 'fore they get any ideas." He unhooks her restraints,

and puts a small sack over her head before hopping off the stage.

You quickly made your way out back and made an inquiry about purchasing

the dead girl while she was still warm. The attendant seemed to visibly

squirm before having a cart set up. Your associate walked in dumped poor

Natalie on the ground and started to leave before the associate waved him

over and instructed him to load your new cargo. You winced as he grabbed

her left arm, **** her over and then literally tossed her into the back

of the cart. You order the cart back to your home and then follow it in your

own carriage.

You can't help but think about how banged up your newest **** will be once

you arrive. The auction sheet said she had a very low tolerance level for

pain. You wonder wether or not to wake her up or treat her first. Thoughts

of her moaning and writhing in pain covered in dirt with that filthy bag

over her head fight with visions of her splayed out on a soft white bed

meekly beckoning to you eager to show her thanks. Suddenly you realize that

you have already arrived at your house. Looking around as you head inside

you spot Natalie laying on a rug in the entryway.