The Boy and the Bears Chapter 2
Sorry for the sudden deletion of the last one. There was a typo I missed. Again, if you're sensitive to trafficking, I would advise not to read this book.
The Boy and the Bears
An unofficial book by LikeCascade70
Chapter 2
I slowly opened my eyes and found myself tied up with my sister next to me.
“What happened?” I asked. “I remember seeing Mom and Dad, and then after that–”
“Jason, I have no easy way of saying this,” My sister said. “But I think we’ve been kidnapped.”
“‘Kidnapped’?” I repeated. “By who? And why?”
“I don’t know. But something tells me that we’re never going back home.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. We could never go back home now? How did it come down to this? Everything was going perfectly fine despite the fact I was sick. And I probably still am. Oh God, I just hope I don’t vomit again. Not while my sister is right here with me. Suddenly, light flooded in and I felt myself get hoisted and tossed onto the floor of someplace. It took me a second to let my surroundings sink in. From the looks of it, we were in some kind of… Underground city? Is that even possible?
“Alright, listen up, you brats,” Said a man’s voice. “We’re going to put you on sale right here. And if either of you tries to make a run for it, the back of your heads will explode!”
The man lifted a rifle, and the look of it shook me.
“How can you sell us? Isn’t this kind of stuff illegal?” I asked, trying not to sound scared.
The man simply laughed.
“Not on the black market, it isn’t,” He sneered. “Now shut up and get up there.”
Another man shoved me and my sister onto a wooden platform where wooden signs were placed around our necks. I didn’t dare look at my sister or either of our kidnappers. I tried to look down at my feet, but the man hit me with a wooden stick.
“Stand up straight so people can see the price of what you’re worth!” He snapped. “Are you trying to make us look weak? Is that it?!”
“Sir, please, stop!” My sister pleaded. “He’s just a boy!”
“And you’d better hold your tongue unless you want to be rendered a mute slave!” Hissed the man, brandishing a knife.
“Sir, respectfully, the girl has a point,” Said another man. “They are just children after all. They’re not like the fully grown adults we’ve sold in the past.”
“Shut up, Benny!” Snapped the man. “You think the world and this country gives a damn about children? I don’t.”
For the first time since we’d been kidnapped, I glanced over at my sister and saw that despite her tear-streaks, she has been scowling this whole time. My sister, only 13-years-old, sure has a lot of bravery. We stand on the platform, the minutes turning into hours. People continue to pass until finally, three people in masked and hooded cloaks step forward.
“Heads up, sir,” Said the man who pushed us onto the platform. “It’s our usual clients.”
“Of course…” The leader muttered. “The famous demon worshipping cult.”
“I see you kidnapped more children to sell,” Said the man in the middle of the trio. “We would like to buy them again.”
“Not so fast!” Said the man. “If we were to sell them to you, what would you offer us in return besides money?”
“Do you have a passion for jewelry?” Asked a woman on the man’s right.
“Come on, sir,” Said Benny. “A couple jewels certainly couldn’t hurt alongside a lot of cold cash!”
The leader shot Benny a look as if telling him he’ll die the next time he speaks out that way. Then he turned to the hooded figures.
“What do you have if I were to accept?” He asked.
“Colors of many forms,” Said the man. “Rubies that are as red as blood. Sapphires as blue as the sky. Emeralds as green as mint.”
He took out a small wooden box and opened it, revealing them. Benny’s eyes widened.
“Sir, just think about it!” He said. “All those things would be worth millions! We’d be filthy rich!”
The leader considered.
“Alright,” He said. “You’ve intrigued me. I’ll take 3 emeralds, 2 sapphires, and 5 rubies.”
“Actually, we prefer if you don’t take the rubies at all.” Said the woman.
“What?”
“Our worshippers love the rubies because they represent the blood of our victims.”
“Now you listen here, you two-faced bitch!” The leader snarled. “Either you give me the five rubies I demanded or we have no deal!”
The man stepped forward immediately.
“If you love the rubies so much, we’ll give you one. I’m sorry this is sudden to you, but my fellow worshipper here is right. We try to give as little rubies as possible because we see them as a symbolism with blood.”
The man was beginning to lose his patience.
“Three rubies!” He snapped. “Plus a bonus check to make up for what you lost so you can buy more rubies.”
The man smiled through his mask.
“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He said. “Give him the jewels and the amount these kids are worth.”
I watched as the jewels and money were exchanged. Then me and my sister had our wrists tied and we were marched out of the city and into the trunk of a car.