Sold To The Masked Billionaire

I felt muzzled, utterly left speechless by the scenario now playing in front of me.  When my parents sat me down this morning,  I had expected to talk about the plans for my future knowing that I was almost done with college. I however did not look forward to the disheartening news that they bore for me, especially in accordance with their greed and inhumanity. What more would be said to parents who are willing to sell their children for money?

"He is very handsome. You will love him. '' Were the words that she repeated again.

"Love?'' I asked, breath catching in my throat at the tainted mention of that word. Love is supposed to be pure, something beautiful, not forced.

"Yes, of course, you never know, you might fall in love with him, honey.'' She responded again.

" Doesn't that have to happen naturally?  Does it not happen at its own course of nature? How would you ever relate this circumstance with love?'' I am lost in thought. A thousand questions plague my mind. I cannot fully fathom how I found myself in this situation. How the tables have turned so badly.

Mother seems to be tense, growing uncomfortable with every passing second. There is more to it, more than she is telling me.

"He will be coming to pick you up on Monday.'' My mother speaks softly,  still holding the same strict tone as she looked at me expectantly. Was she really expecting me to go along with this absurd behavior? Did she really think that doing something as obnoxious and disgusting as this would make her more respectable?  Money was just an item and in this case,  it was the very item that was used to buy my value.

"What?'' I asked again for what seemed like the fifth time. I was in a state of disbelief, the sight of my parents passing such unbelievable information almost sent me to a catatonic state.  This can't be real. I cannot possibly be hearing this. The shock that is registered on my face acts as a constant reminder that my parents are indeed seated in front of me telling me something that I will use all my mental strength to deny.

" Honey, we understand that this might come as a shock to you, but there is no time. There is nothing we can do.'' my mother queried, reaching forward to grip my hand. I stood up abruptly, tired of hearing this nonsense.

"I will not marry a man I know nothing of. I have a life ahead of me. '' I make sure that my voice displays confidence, that I am not letting in the hurt. How can they do this? My heart beats drastically, I feel disappointed in a family that ought to take care of me and protect me. My brother isn't here, but even if they were, they would obviously side with father and mother.

"Ela! This matter was not discussed, honey. Arrangements have already been done.'' my mother says again. Up until now, my dad has not said anything. He is simply quiet, reading a newspaper.

"Discussion? You dare call it a matter of discussion. How can you sit there and plan how you are going to destroy my life? MARRIAGE!. That is not what I want!'' I speak in a low tone, my heart breaking over and over again.