Chapter 5 Sold for a Lifetime

I wouldn't have gotten up from my seat if my dad hadn't yanked me back. I dropped the book and was led into the living room to sit down in front of him. As I met his eyes, I gulped. His eyes briefly rested on my arms before moving back to my eyes once more after scanning me from my foot to my head. I took my gaze away from him. I was unable to look at him.

He is screaming an enigma from somewhere inside. I knelt down and continued to cast spells. When I imagined him looking at me with his eyes closed, my throat became dry. His scent is all over the place. His aroma is so potent and manly that I fear it might linger in this space for a very long time.

"So, Mr.Evans, here she is. "My father began.

I mentally uttered, "Anderson."

"How much?" he asked.

I raised my head to take another look at him. Even though I knew that was really his goal in this situation, I don't know why I was surprised.

"U-uhm…"

My father's confusion could be heard. He must be both anxious and enthusiastic about this. A wealthy-looking man came here for some abuse sessions.

When I thought about it, my heart sank. Evilness doesn't suit his good-looking face. However, I suppose this is how the world operates. Evil doesn't choose its tabernacle.

My father laid the blame: "The biggest offer she had was 500 dollars, and that was for two nights."

He's lying. Three hundred dollars for a week was the biggest offer I ever received. I still recall the man who took advantage of me for a week. He brought me to his house and repeatedly abused me there.

Disgusted, the man said, "Five hundred?"

My gaze was fixed on him. As he turns to look at my father before turning back to me, his eyes are filled with rage and disgust. I have a huge lump in my throat.

He glared at me, his jaw moving harshly. His fist balled up in my view. As he did that, veins protruded and became more apparent. I turned to face him again, but I remained emotionless.

What makes him seem so furious? Does he find 300 dollars to be too much for him? Isn't he wealthy? Why does it seem like he's not happy with the price, he heard, with his watch and car that scream luxury?

"Yes, five hundred! For two nights, that is! You can even bring her to your home." My father negotiated. He tapped my shoulders.

"Right, Emma? And for sure, she will improve his performance for those two nights.

"Bullshit," he said.

My breathing appears to have stopped. I noticed that he was tightly closing his eyes and lowering his head, as if he was finding my father's words difficult to hear.

"I'm sorry, but that's all we can offer you, young man," my father laughed, then hysterically laughed.

My entire focus was on him, and I was simply observing him as though he were a puzzle I was unable to solve. Like, is he hurt? I'm not sure. I don't believe I'm particularly adept at handling emotions. I shouldn't have started with me.

"You can just leave if..."

"Twenty million."

When he spoke once more, it jolted me out of my reverie like a slap. When I heard him, I thought my hearing had gone. But when my father started talking, I was able to answer myself.

"W-what?"

"I'll buy her for twenty million, twenty million."

"Hahahahahaha!"

The only sound in the house was my father's shaky laughter, and I felt as though my soul had left me. My father lit a cigarette and took a puff while feeling anxious. His hands were trembling, and he was having trouble lighting the cigarette, which I noticed in the corners of my eye.

Twenty million? For how many months then, Mr. Evans? " My father's amused and excited tone.

I know, I understand my father. Twenty million? Who wastes money for pleasure? How evil is he, huh?

He delayed his response. He and I both just kept staring at each other for a few seconds. He looked at me, his lips reaching for an evil grin.

He said, "Lifetime."

When he spoke, I felt something heavy on my chest. My initial thought was, 'No! No! No, that can't be! Lifetime?

"L-lifetime?" My father asked.

"Yes. Lifetime," he confirmed.

At what he said, my entire world appeared to fall apart. My hands, which were on my thigh, caught my attention. Only then did I realize that they were trembling for an unknown reason.

"T-that's... " my father laughed nervously. "I didn't expect that, sir."

I begged my father not to give his approval as I beheld him. I'm hoping he'll notice the plea in my eyes and refuse to give me to this man. I can't stand the thought of being bought by a complete stranger and forced to live the rest of my life as his sexual slave!

If my father sells me to this man for the rest of my life, it doesn't matter how many times he does it. because I already have everything planned! I am prepared to flee! Why does he always have to come here and offer his dime?

"Why Alberto? Twenty million isn't enough?" His deep, evil voice hammered into my brain.

I would have completed it if I could have just run. My father was unable to communicate verbally. He glanced at me, then back to the Evans he was calling.

"Fifty million then."

My mouth dropped, and my eyes went to him so fast.

"Fifty million!?" My father couldn't believe it as much as I did.

As I continued to look at him, tears began to form in my eyes. Anger is all I can feel. I'm certain there was emotion. He is so wicked. I would do it if I could hurt him and yell at him to get out of here. But he is staring at me with malignant eyes, and all I can do is act like a stone.

"Yes. Fifty million dollars, Alberto. And I want her in this lifetime."