THE VISIT- PART 2 - by Onlyreal

That night, the house changed. Lights flickered on across the entire estate. The quiet mansion suddenly came alive. Through the window, Tunde watched as cars began arriving one after another. Black SUVs.Long luxury sedans. Strangers stepped out. Old men in expensive suits.Elegant women with cold smiles. They walked toward the house like they had been here many times before. Tunde felt a strange chill crawl up his spine. Something about the way they looked around the property felt wrong. Like they weren’t visitors. Like they were buyers. A knock came at his door. Amara. “Come downstairs,” she said sweetly. “Everyone wants to meet you.” Tunde forced a smile and followed her. When he entered the living room, conversations slowly stopped. One by one, the guests turned toward him. Their eyes scanned him carefully. One of the old men walked closer and grabbed Tunde’s arm. “Strong,” he said quietly. Another woman circled him slowly. “Good posture.” A third guest nodded approvingly. “Perfect.” Tunde laughed nervously. “What’s going on?” Amara’s father raised a glass calmly. “Just a small gathering.” Across the room, Daniel stood near the hallway. He was staring directly at Tunde. Fear was written all over his face. When no one was watching, Daniel slightly nodded toward the back door. ⸻ Cold air hit Tunde’s face as he stepped outside. Daniel rushed toward him. “You need to leave,” Daniel whispered urgently. “Leave? Why?” Daniel glanced back toward the mansion. “They do this every year.” Tunde frowned. “Do what?” Daniel leaned closer. “They auction people.” Tunde froze. Daniel swallowed. “Not just anyone.” He looked directly into Tunde’s eyes. “People like us.” Tunde felt his stomach drop. “They bring rich guests,” Daniel continued quietly. “People who want younger bodies… stronger bodies… healthier bodies.” Tunde shook his head. “That’s insane.” Daniel grabbed his arm. “You saw how they were looking at you.” Suddenly— A bell rang from inside the mansion. Daniel’s face went pale. “It’s starting.” ⸻ The guests were now sitting quietly. Amara’s father stood in front of a large projector screen. A photo appeared on it. Tunde. The same picture taken yesterday at the gate. The father smiled proudly. “Ladies and gentlemen…” He raised a small wooden paddle. “Tonight’s candidate.” Tunde felt the room spinning. “…Tunde Okafor.” Numbers began appearing on the screen. Guests started raising their paddles. 20 million. 25 million. 30 million. Tunde looked at Amara. Hoping she would stop it. Say something. Anything. But she was smiling. Cold. Empty. Like she had never loved him at all. And then… Amara slowly raised her own paddle.

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