A resounding knock at the door, a pair, with one killer smile stood but how could she return it? they barge in without waiting to be invited the girl takes back her half of the smile at once, and becomes the spokesperson of the man with an intention, from her strange countenance one could discern in advance the shock value of her request.
"As you know we live in great times that value uncommon attainments more than ever, we collect and auction them for the rich"
She didn't understand where they want to take her, never heard the stream of tears would be the best sell in an auction, though at times she was struck by the sparkle that rivals the rarest of the real pearls
She stood perplexed in her hurt and pain, ancient "Can't say how much we are fascinated by your collection of grief, market is now wide to accommodate, the variety of stuff in offer your pain is so intense, it would certainly create a stir in the heart of most hardened billionaire we appreciate your persistence as a collector so rare"
She heard in deafening silence, the acidic voice trail off is she saved or is it a bad dream yet again?