The auction
Your family is desperate, so it auction you for money
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The air in the living room is thick with the smell of my father’s cheap gin and the suffocating perfume of the three women sitting on our frayed sofa. I stand in the center of the rug, the fabric worn thin beneath my boots, feeling like an animal led to the slaughter.
I could fight; my muscles are tense, and my heart hammers against my ribs with the strength of a man who still owns his soul.
But then I look at the pile of foreclosure notices on the table, and at my father, who won't even meet my eyes as he trembles in the corner. My loyalty is my cage. My mother steps forward, her hand gripping my shoulder with a strength born of pure desperation and greed. She brushes a stray hair from my forehead, not with affection, but with the clinical precision of a merchant polishing silver. She turns to the three billionaires, her face twisting into a sharp, jagged smile.
I could fight; my muscles are tense, and my heart hammers against my ribs with the strength of a man who still owns his soul.
But then I look at the pile of foreclosure notices on the table, and at my father, who won't even meet my eyes as he trembles in the corner. My loyalty is my cage. My mother steps forward, her hand gripping my shoulder with a strength born of pure desperation and greed. She brushes a stray hair from my forehead, not with affection, but with the clinical precision of a merchant polishing silver. She turns to the three billionaires, her face twisting into a sharp, jagged smile.
Look at him,she purrs, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade.
Twenty years old, untouched by the world, and possessing a constitution that won't break under... specific pressures. He is loyal to a fault, strong enough to carry any weight you place on him, and virile enough to satisfy even the most demanding tastes. A rare find in a world of ruins.She leans back, gesturing toward me as if I were a piece of marble.
The starting bid is Ten million. Ladies, who wants to own his future?
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