Price For Submission

're Mine,

expected fate to be so cruel. Did I really have to endure all th

ther, and when he fell ill, we were told it was PTS

ng? I rushed to find my father, hearing rumors that he was about to sign some sort of contract. My le

sitting, crying. He lifted his head when he sa

e! I thought he was crying because the men

intervene and tear up that cursed contract. I reached the lower streets, but no cars or people mat

n't it? Need a ride for

as, whoever my father had signed me off to, they weren't going to take my digni

tting in?" Th

yed s

id, as he started to roll up the wind

go," I whispere

ded amused, though I couldn't c

confronting him, but he was already too far into

followed the heat of the mom

sweeping over me, lulling me into sa

o the scent of his cologne, a

at bad, I guessed. I hurried to take a cold shower, wanting t

e, the floor, even

muttered un

ear, sending a shiver through me. I turned,

stammered, feeli

scanned the room, making sure I was s

asked, his eyes

. I'm not a sex worker, okay

the knob, but it wouldn't open.

e, with his perfectly tousled hair, his abs, and that face

His cold voi

" I managed to say

I glanced at the table and saw an

sex worker

n't want to go home, but I had to. The embarrassment of the night before lingered in my

w it. The br

e had snuck i

it relu

st me," the note rea

at wasn't

familiar, yet unfamiliar car pulled up. I shrugged it off un

the stairs t

" he bowed

see who my father had sold me

ted a man dressed in the finest suit I had ever seen. His pres

Mr. Williams?

wn until he looked up at

from las

ripping the little n

echoed i

MINE, FOR