Meeting the buyer

I woke up feeling dizzy, eyes burning and heavy from all the tears that I shed, disoriented even though I was in my room. Was yesterday a bad dream?

“Wake up” My mother’s muffled yelling from downstairs brought me back to reality.

I did not answer nor did I move from my bed enjoying my last few minutes of freedom. Today, I will be leaving my old life with a stranger who bought me.

Mrs. Beckman, a name I will despise forever

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“Wake up, you ungrateful child, they are waiting for you” My mother bragged in whispering cuss words. She pulled me from bed and threw me in the bathroom. “ Do me a favor and smile” she ordered.

“As if I can” I mumbled

“What did you say?”

“Nothing mother, I will be ready in a few minutes”

“Be down in 5”

When I walked down, I found the same cortege waiting for me. Mrs. Beckman and all her, dressed in black, men.

“Good morning Serenity, I was waiting for you, we have a lot to prepare before tonight” She informed me.

“Good morning Ma’am, is the wedding tonight?”

“No dear, you will be meeting my son, look like you are excited about the wedding, but don’t worry, it will not take long, a few more days until the weekend.”

Excited? more like terrified and disgusted but certainly not excited. I preferred to keep that comment for myself.

An hour later, I found myself in her car driving somewhere.

Did I have the chance to bid goodbye to my friends? No.

Was I allowed to take my belongings? Also no. Not even my phone. ‘Everything will be replaced’ she told me earlier.

The only thing I had the right to do was bid my parents goodbye and guess what, I was not even thrilled to do that. They sold me, do they deserve to even be called parents?

For the whole ride, she was talking about her son, how amazing he is? How smart is he? How much talent does he have?

The only useful information I gathered was that he is part of a boy band, they live together in a different country. Do they mean I am moving away or are they getting settled here? The answer remains unknown.

“Ma’am, I do not want to sound rude but may I ask for the reason why you are arranging a marriage for him? he sounds like the perfect man, I am sure he has a lot of women who wishes to be in my position”

“You can call me Carla, and actually, my little man has a small weakness he enjoys his freedom and loves to meet different partners, but when he saw your picture he liked you”

“Oh” I felt like there is more to the story but what I heard is shocking enough, he was a womanizer and he liked me so she bought me, am I a toy? or a slave?

I had questions, too many questions even, but I did not dare ask any of them.

I wish this whole thing came with a manual, maybe then, I could figure out something. I can't even run away, she looked too powerful and I am a scary cat.

She was gentle in an exaggerated way, she had this devilish aura around her even when she was smiling.

We reached our destination, a big glass building that looked like an expensive hotel. A place that screamed money and power.

After a short elevator ride, we found ourselves in one of the biggest penthouses I have ever stepped on in my whole life. The place was well lit with the big windows that went up to the ceiling and so clean.

“You will be living here, for now, his bandmates will also be here since they are on a tour but you will get more settled once you move to our city”

“We are moving to another city?” I should have read this stupid contract before tearing it in half.

“Darling, I understand you have a lot of questions and I promise you, you will have all the details but now we need to get you ready”

And before I could utter another word, the door opened again and people came in. I could distinguish a make-up artist, a hairdresser, and other assistants walking with plenty of clothes.

For the following hours, I was passed from one person to another, from my hair to my toenail, everything was re-done.

When they left and looked at me in the mirror, it felt like I was looking at a stranger, my soul was in a different body. Alone in a big house with only a robe and some purple underwear with an order to not change or wander around.

Did I want to follow this order? No.

Did I have to? Yes.

Sitting on the couch, when suddenly, the front door opened and a loud commotion followed. My heart was racing. I felt the oxygen disappears. How am I supposed to introduce myself? Hello, I am your wife. Or hey I'm the girl your mother bought you.

Four guys walked in dressed in casual clothing and before I could even look at them, a hand was pulling me to the other part of the house.

Upon closing the door, he threw his bag to the side and sat down on the couch next to the king-sized bed.

"Strip" was his first word.

"Hello to you too, Nice to meet you, I am serenity" I exclaimed. I know who I am supposed to be but I will not tolerate his rudeness.

"Strip, don't make me repeat myself" he was glaring at me. His eyes were piercing.

And that's when I was able to study his face. He had deep brown eyes, a bucket hat covering his hair but they were long enough to be seen under it. Black silk hair. His baggy clothes hid most of his figure but he had this attractiveness to him. His voice was ice but many and charming. Is it time to admire him? I questioned myself.

He lifted an eyebrow, watching my stoned figure.

What dignity am I trying to protect when I was sold? I must obey. I started pulling the ribbon off the robe letting it fall to my feet. And I looked at him. But ye did not react, as if he was still waiting for more. Does he expect me to take everything off?

No way, I've never been naked in front of a man, not even to this extent and I am not willing to change that now.

When I did not move to continue, he stood and walked to me. A few inches separating us. "Disobey me one more time and you will rot in jail"

"I a-am sor-sorry" I stuttered.

And like that he just walked out.