Chapter 2

Okay Aria don't freeze, don't panic is what I tell myself over and over inside my head, just because you don't remember anything does mean nothing, I'm sure you have done this plenty of times throughout your modeling career. I just need to stand here, look pretty, and smile. How hard can that be?

The lights are so bright in this room that I'm having a hard time looking around, but what I do see is myself in every single glass wall I look at. That's pretty cool. The models get to see themselves work.

I plaster a fake smile on my face and do a slow turn, making sure I face each window for a few seconds before turning to the next, I think I'm doing a fantastic job with what I'm working with, and right now, that isn't much at all.

“RAISE YOUR ARMS!” A deep male voice growls through the room, scaring the crap out of me, I turn and look throughout the room, and I see in several of the corners they have a speaker-looking box.

That's cool, lets the photographer's talk with the models to let them know what poses to do, I don't understand why I need to raise my arms up, that doesn't seem like it would make a good picture but hey I'll do it.

The sooner I get this done, the faster I can recover from last night and hopefully regain my memories, I must have gotten alcohol positioning or something.

I do as the man said and raise my arms slowly up, keeping them straight out on my sides and doing a little turn again, making sure that they can get whatever angles they need for the shoot.

“BEND OVER!” The voice shouts through the room again, making me jump a bit. Does he need to yell, though?

Maybe he is trying to make sure I can hear him properly.

I guess this is a sexy photo shoot because his asking me to bend over and show my ass, I slowly bend over, as far as I can anyway and place my palms flat on my legs and try to turn the best I can, hoping I at least look good from this perspective.

“ONE MOMENT!”

Okay? I guess they are taking a bit of a break. It's getting hot as hell in here. They could at least have some AC running to keep it cool. It's like a dang furnace inside this glass box.

“TAKE OFF YOUR BRA!” The voice shouts louder as my eyes widen at his words. My bra? Fucking why? What am I posing for? I wasn't told this would be a nude photo shoot!

“I wasn't told I would have to get naked for this, I'm sorry, but I think you need to find a different model for this” I shout trying to make sure I'm heard clear enough so that they will let me out of here.

No.

I don't care if this was once my job, I can't see myself going along with this, it's one thing to model in underwear but showing my private parts is just not going to happen.

“TAKE OFF YOUR BRA! I WILL NOT SAY IT AGAIN!” The man snarls into the speakers, making me start to get uncomfortable.

I want out of this! Why is nobody listening to me? I want to avoid taking nude pictures!

“Please. I'm sorry I had no idea this would be the nude shoot I was doing, and I'm not comfortable. I'm so sorry I wasted your time, but I would like to be let out now” I shout again hoping this time someone actually listens to me and I wait several seconds before the door opens.

Thank god they listened.

As I'm about to walk towards the door, that man who was standing in front of the door walks in but is holding something in his hand and the lights are so bright it makes it hard to see what it is until I squint my eyes as he gets closer to me that I see that it is a damn gun.

A gun?

What the fuck does he intend to do with that? I'm sorry I wasted everyone's time, but that's not a freaking excuse to threaten someone over! I'll pay them back for their time.

“Boss said take off your bra. If you do not, I will shoot you in the head, and you will be dead. Is that fucking clear, bitch?” The man grinds out as he raises his hand and points that gun straight at my head, making me take several steps back.

“Wow, wow. Look, I'm sorry, this was a gigantic misunderstanding. I will gladly pay for your boss's time, I promise.” I whimper out, scared as shit right now that I'm about to be killed for not wanting to get naked.

A snarl places on the man's lips as he steps up to me and presses the gun to my head, shoving it hard onto my temple, making me flinch back from him with fear.

“TAKE YOUR FUCKING BRA OFF BITCH, I'M NOT PLAYING WITH YOU! MEN ARE PAYING GOOD MONEY TO SEE YOU NAKED, AND YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE IT TO THEM! NOW!” He shouts, pressing the tip of the gun harder into my head and out the corner of my eye, I see him bringing his finger to the trigger.

Okay, okay, fuck! I don't want to die here, I'll finish this shoot and get the hell out of here and never work for the damn photographer again, and I'll make sure everyone knows what's happened tonight.

He won't be having any more clients.

Who the hell do they think they are to treat their models like this?

“Please don't shoot me, I'll d-do it” I stutter out, so afraid that his going to pull the trigger, and my brains will be plastered everywhere.

Oh, god.

“DON'T MAKE ME COME BACK IN HERE BITCH, IF I DO, I WILL FUCKING SHOOT YOU!” The man growls before finally taking the gun away from my head and stomps out the door, I watch with tears in my eyes as the door closes behind him, leaving me once again trapped inside.

With shaky hands, I reach up behind my back and unclamp my bra, I take several seconds to take a couple of deep breaths before letting it fall down my arms and onto the floor, holding my breath now that I'm standing here in just my underwear.

“NOW YOUR PANTIES!” The man from the speakers spit at me, and it feels like all the air has been sucked out of my lungs at those words, oh god.

Whoever is behind the glass walls will be able to see me, see my downstairs. What kind of photoshoot is this? What kind of people is this? This can't be legal, but I don't think too much about it, I don't want that man with the gun to come back in here.

I fight the need to throw up as I slide my panties down my legs, trying my best to hide my pussy as they go down and I step out of them. I'm only in some black heels, that's the only thing I have on my body now. I'm standing completely naked for whoever to see.

This can't be right, something is off. I would understand if it was a normal nude photo shoot, but I don't think it is. I wouldn't have had a gun pressed against my head.

“MOVE YOUR HANDS.” The voice shouts at me again, and now I'm on the verge of tears, I feel my heart starting to race and my body getting hot, and I hope to god I don't pass out right here, not like this.

I slowly move my hands to the side and expose my pussy, my body is shaking and despite being hot, my body is being covered in goosebumps.

I stand like that in silence, waiting for the man to say something else, but he doesn't for the longest time.

Maybe it's over now?

The silence is killing me, my body is feeling like it's going to give out on me any second as I stand there naked, exposed, and alone.

“Sold to the Ghost for 10 million dollars. You can claim your prize in the back, we will have her brought to you. Next Lady is coming up gentlemen” the man on the speaker said, and that's when my body chooses to get weak, and I fall to my knees.

What did they mean by sold?

Sold for what?

Sold To whom?

Who is the ghost?

That name doesn't fucking sound good.

10 million dollars?

What's going on?

My vision starts to get blurry, I try to fight to stay awake, but my body gives out, and I flow into darkness just as the door slides open.