The Runaway is a Politician's Daughter

XI.III Midnight Auction

"I shall now begin the first trade."

"Ugghhh..."

The novelist woke up to the amplified sounds of a monotone announcement, groaning at the dull pain of a rising headache. Emerald eyes slowly blinked open, showing its owner a starless night sky. Where was she? How did she get here?

Took your sweet time girly.

"Coming from my own sources, a complete detailed report on the 2015 projected 4th Quarter earnings of the Honn Maritime Company."

Droning out the loud sounds behind her, the discombobulated author tried to get into a seated position, at least to get her bearings before assessing the situation she found herself in. Shaking off the last bits of sleep-induced grogginess, she willed her hands and-

"Khhh!" A brief flash of pain shot up from her wrists and ankles. Huh? That was odd.

"Ten billion from Alexandria. Do I hear-."

Do try to remember girly~

A voice echoed in her mind to try and remember. But what? And why couldn't she move her arms and feet? A dull throb beat rhythmically in h