I was sold off for my virginity to a much older bidder.
I hate him for claiming me like I’m a piece of property. I hate it even more that I’m now trapped with him in this labyrinth. It’s dark here, and humid. And there’s no way to escape his eyes on my curves…
I thought that being auctioned was the most humiliating experience I’d ever have. But now I’m here, all alone with him…and I know that I was wrong. Because the most humiliating thing in the world…is wanting to give myself to the guy I’m supposed to hate.
For some reason, being in his arms makes me feel safe. For some reason, kissing his lips opens up something inside of me. Something I’ve never given to a man before. Something that is sacred, real, and sweet.
Should I give my innocence to the man who has claimed me?