Morgan contemplates her new situation.

Morgan stared at her reflection in the mirrored wall of the shower and thought about how she had ended up in her current situation. Here she was, sold like somebody's property to a pair of rich perverts as some sort of plaything. She just wanted to wake up, wanted the twisted nightmare to be over, but she knew deep inside of her that this would not be the case.

Her brother had shown up in the middle of the night to the apartment that she shared with her younger sister Emma. She had been up studying for a test the next morning while her sister slept in the next room when Dan came in with a couple of scary looking men. One of them had slapped a rag over her mouth as she cried out in surprise and then she had blacked out.

She remembered coming to her senses on a dirty futon laying on the floor of a dimly lit room, her sister still sleeping next to her. Still hazy from whatever they had used to knock her out, she barely remembered what came next, but she knew that she and Emma had been put up on some kind of auction block, bid on by all sorts of strange men and women. A large and greasy looking man had offered a lot of money for her sister, who had cried as she was dragged away from Morgan. Her purchase followed shortly, and her own nightmare began.

It wasn't until the man and woman had come to examine her and the other girls that she really understood the situation. Finding out what had happened to her sister had been traumatic, at least as much so as realizing what was in store for her.

With a jolt, Morgan snapped her consciousness back to the present, still standing under the warm water of the shower.