I’ve enlisted myself to beauctioned to men I’ve never met. It was my decision, and mine alone.
I ran away from my family. My parents wanted me to settle fora boringmarriage life. I refused. I’ve never been with a man before, ormen, for that matter. But I’ve been fantasizing about the things I would like them to do to me forwaytoo long. So the night my parents brought home my super-boring husband-to-be for me to meet, I ran away. That was it. I neededout. Is it love I’m looking for? Is it protection? Passion, adventure? Perhaps. “You won’t go for as much as you think you will,” the representative barked. “It’s not about the money. I’m just looking for…” “Love,” she scoffed. “You’re looking for love?” “Uh..” “What about getting intimate?” she asked bluntly and without warning. “Different positions? Toys?” “If you’re a veryrisk-taking person, it might raise your starting bid.” “Sure, I’d tryit.” I said. “Multiple partners? She kept asking. “If you’re willing to do certain things… to learn, to experiment. It would definitely raise your value.” “I mentioned I’d try anything,” I said again. “You’ll be a big hit at the auction then,” she said with a smile, shaking her head. “They’ll be clamoring for you.” Every time she said something to make me feel like I was cattle being sold off, I reminded myself the joke was on her. And on whoever “bought” me. I would leave as soon as I got what I wanted. I couldn’t let this get to me. This was just a means to an end. Now there was only one question left. Who is it going to buy me?
