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"Did you know the soul can be directly translated to money?" The blonde bombshell cooed as she circled the chair you were tied to, "Isn't that funny? All the people who claim money can't buy happiness, yet it's intertwined into our very being." You yelled against your gag, struggling with the ropes binding you to the piece of furniture. "And you, my dear," she purred, playfully poking your nose, "You have a soul worth oh, so much." She released and unsettling cackled, the lights in the room dimming as if they were scared of her. Her words proved that she was crazy, more so than just the kidnapping, but you never expected her to actually be right.

Something deep within your core shifted, something inside your spirit, not your body. A heat washed over your skin, causing you to writhe against the restraints more to no avail. Your entire body started to feel… flatter? Your arms and legs retracted into your body, letting the ropes drop to the floor now unneeded in keeping you in place. Your very form betrayed you as you shrank, your head retracting and torso reshaping itself into a rectangle. With a clatter, you fell onto the chair, nothing but a black and gold credit card, much to your captor's delight.

"I've only had a card like this once before," she admired, picking you up and examining you, "She had an almost limitless balance… almost." Your thoughts raced. Had she done this before? How many people have fallen victim to her greed? Would you ever be a human again, or forever currency? She happily slipped you into her purse, a location you'd have to get used to for the foreseeable future.

It was hard to tell time as nothing but a piece of plastic that was kept in the dark for most of your new life, but it felt like months of constant swiping and tapping and inserting until she finally pulled you from her purse and entered your numbers into an online shop. Her face twisted into a scowl as the app returned a warning of insufficient funds. She glared at you with a look of anger, as if it was all your fault, before she opened a drawer. You would've gasped if you had a mouth at the sight of hundreds, if not thousands, of credit cards in the dusty drawer. "So much for that," she grimaced, dropping you onto the pile and shutting it until she needed to add the next victim.