HIS INNOCENT SIN

CHAPTER 21

Dazed and disoriented, I regained consciousness to find myself in an unfamiliar room. Startled, I caught sight of my reflection in a mirror and noticed a chain wrapped around my neck. Confused and frightened, I attempted to stand up, only to realize that I was bound by handcuffs and trapped in an uncomfortable collar. My heart raced with fear as I realized I was wearing a sheer, see-through lingerie set that made me feel utterly exposed. I desperately tried to resist as someone opened the door, pleading for my freedom, but my pleas fell on deaf ears.

"The bidding is about to begin. Get that woman out of my sight," a cold voice commanded.

They were going to sell me. No, I couldn't accept it. I was not an object to be sold. But first, I had to endure this torment before I could formulate an escape plan. I was thrown onto a stage, unable to discern the faces of the crowd, mostly men adorned with masks and extravagant attire. The anxiety overwhelmed me as I wondered who these people were.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let the bidding commence. Before you stand an exquisite and fresh lady," the auctioneer announced.

"Ten thousand dollars!" a man shouted, fueling my desperation. I wasn't meant to be here.

"1.2 million dollars," another voice chimed in.

"60 million dollars!" The bids escalated rapidly, and my heart pounded in my chest. I wanted to escape or die at that very moment.

"60 billion dollars!" a man exclaimed, offering an outrageous sum to purchase me. Was he insane?

"Sold to number 23, the man in the white suit! Claim your prize, sir."

No! Two guards, much larger and stronger than me, seized my arms. I hesitated, refusing to go willingly with the man who had bought me. Fear consumed me, knowing that he might harm, violate, or even kill me.

Thoughts of my family back in the Philippines flooded my mind. I was grappling with a matter of life and death, yearning for the comfort of home and the freedom to live. Why, God, why did you allow this to happen to me?

I resisted getting into the car, desperately trying to hold on to any sliver of choice I had left. But ultimately, I had no other option. Now, my focus shifted entirely to planning my escape. The man who had purchased me sat in silence, exuding an air of authority. His mask remained firmly in place, leaving me to wonder if he was a dangerous individual. My heart raced, fueled by both fear and the deep sense of humiliation caused by the lingerie I was forced to wear.

I mustered the courage to plead for my freedom, but he remained unresponsive. I cried and clung to his arm, hoping to elicit some reaction from him. Finally, he spoke, his voice dripping with a mixture of amusement and dominance. "I love it when you beg, princess," he said. It sent shivers down my spine. I knew exactly who I was dealing with, the person seated beside me. But why had he paid for me? What did he want from me now?

The uncertainty and confusion weighed heavily upon me as the car sped on, carrying me further away from any semblance of safety or control. My mind raced, desperately seeking a way out of this nightmare.

"Michael, you bought me," I stuttered, barely able to find my words. Without uttering a single syllable, he removed his mask, revealing the face of the person I had missed the most. It was him.

No words were necessary as he pulled me close, his hands firmly gripping my waist. Our lips met in an intense, passionate kiss that threatened to consume me entirely. I pushed him back slightly, gasping for air, but his desire for me was palpable. He yearned for me with every touch, every kiss, and his eyes burned with an intense fire as they locked onto mine.

At that moment, it became clear that our connection was as strong as ever. The circumstances may have been inexplicable and terrifying, but the undeniable desire between us overshadowed any questions or doubts. Our reunion was a testament to the powerful bond that had drawn us together once before.

"You're back, princess. You're back for me!" he exclaimed, holding my face gently in his hands. His breath was heavy from our intense kisses as if he wanted to savor every moment with me as if there were no tomorrow.

"Michael..." His name was the only word I could utter. I struggled to comprehend the whirlwind of emotions raging inside me.

"You have to come with me. I bought you, and you belong to me," he asserted possessively.

"No, I have to go home," I protested, pushing him away and shifting into an argumentative tone.

"I want to go home, Michael. I don't want to be here with you. And besides, you have no right to buy me!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with determination.

"I have rights, Jenna. From the beginning, you submitted to me. Do you think it was all so easy?" His voice carried a mix of frustration and defensiveness.

Conflicting emotions and memories flooded my mind. Yes, there had been a connection between us, but that didn't give him the right to treat me as his possession. I needed to assert my agency and fight for my freedom, even if it meant standing up against the person I once cared for.

Unbeknownst to me, we had arrived at our destination—a place completely unfamiliar to me. This wasn't the location where he had previously allowed me to visit him. It became clear that this man was wealthier than I had ever imagined.

"Come here, princess," he commanded, grabbing my arms. I struggled, resisting his attempts to pull me inside, desperately squirming in his grip, yearning to escape this place. I tried with all my strength to push him away, to break free from his hold, but his physical power overpowered me. Impatient with my resistance, he carried me like a sack, spanking my backside as a punishment for my defiance. I attempted to hurt him, but my attempts proved futile. He brought me into his room and chained me once again to his bed, leaving me immobilized.

"Michael, let me out!" I pleaded, but he closed the door, leaving me alone in tears. I longed to go home, to be with my family, as a profound sense of helplessness engulfed me.