Return Of The Exiled

3- Sold

Benita

I could always rob a bank.

My intrusive thoughts surface again as I make the profile to auction myself for sale to the highest bidder, following the instructions from the email I received. The next step is to take seductive photos of myself...

Three hours later, I am finished, and my cheeks burn with shame. But the sender of the email guaranteed that I would remain anonymous to the general public and my profile would only be sent to potential clients, who all understood what a disclosed agreement was, the sender informed me.

One hundred percent safe.

How they knew about me and my piling debt, I have no idea. But I did suspect Miss Green from the hospital. She did squeeze my hand and reassured me that things would get better soon. Hmm, you just never know who people could possibly know, huh.

I had no choice but to accept this agreement after it was proven that the website was real when part of my father's hospital bill was paid. That was almost ten thousand dollars, and it would have bought me some time but still...when the time was up- what would I do then? I owed more than ten times as much.

From a realistic point of view- this was a solid deal. All I had to give up...was me. For one night, my virginity.

Sold!

Jaw dropping, I gape at the screen in front of me. My phone- since I had to sell everything else. It has been one hour since I made the profile. These men are so thirst.

For one million dollars?

My head spins at the high amount. I never expected so much- maybe a quarter mil? Not returning to Jojo's Cafe turned out to be not bad at all. I could pay for my father's care and return the bank's money!

Maybe I could purchase the cafe and fire Sloan as well!

It's been a week since that incident and eight days into my adulthood- yeah, almost raped because I was 'legal', one day after is so unreal. Turns out that men would fall over- pay a million dollars just to sleep with a virgin. Huh.

And to think if Sloan had gotten his perverted way, I would have lost out on this steal of a deal.

An unknown caller pops up on my phone screen and my nervous stomach lurches.

Without any hesitation, I picked up knowing without a doubt it was the agency that contacted me via email about selling my virginity to the highest bidder.

"You need to be at the bus stop by six this evening," the hollow-sounding male voice instructs me, and I nod even though he cannot see me.

That soon?

"Dress appropriately for the meeting." The beep comes next, and I glance down at my dirty boots. I figured...well... I was under the impression that it would be a week or a month later for the actual act to transpire.

This mystery person sure was eager. Oh well, this works out better for me. The sooner I can stabilize these bills the better, plus my cupboards are bare and I only have fifty dollars to my name. As if on que, my stomach makes a hungry sound.

I only have this and a pair of white sneakers that had seen better days. I only use it for P.E. and when I do my shifts at the cafe. Since I think I quit school and the cafe, there is really no need for the tattered old things, anymore.

Pretty soon, I will be living life like I used to.

I dialed Cameron's contact.

Fifty minutes later, Cameron dropped me off at the bus stop in his mother's clothing and accessories. I mean, despite her being old, what she has is better than anything I own anyway. I used her shampoo, as well. Soaked in the tub for a good hour just to ensure my skin is perfect to the smell and touch. I used her nail products as well to make myself more presentable for the slaughter.