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Purpose	By : BastetGoddess Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 5991 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I Don’t Own Any of The Labyrinth Characters

Warning: Very Dark Chapter. Includes rape. If you’re not comfortable, feel free to skip to the next chapter or stop at the ***. This is probably the darkest I’ve gone before. But it’s the point of the story.

Sold

Sarah
“She’s beautiful, not an ounce of unnecessary fat on her body. Perfect complexion…”
My mother continued to list off my values in this market. Not even taking a second to see amoral this action really is. She truly doesn’t give a damn about me. She never did. And something like this had to happen to show me.
The stares that all these men were giving me was undeniably terrifying. They looked as if they were getting ready to feast at an all you can eat buffet. And I had a feeling that was what exactly was going to happen tonight.
“And now for her most valuable quality, gentlemen,” She purred on the microphone. “The most rarest piece of a gem you can almost never find on a work of art such as this.” She gestured towards me. Here it comes. “Her flower has remained untouched even though she is a young lady of sixteen. I give a pure virgin!”
Gasps of shock and amazement flew all over the room in disbelief. This is what made me crumble. I had nothing that belonged to me anymore. There was nothing that was mine.
My body is going to be sold and then used over and over again to satisfy some sick fantasy. My soul crumbled to pieces when I had to turn away my dreams. My heart was even my own. It is in the hands of someone who shall be unnamed from now on. But the one thing that I call mine officially was my virginity.
I knew that I could never be with someone after I lost my heart to someone I could never have. So I would keep my flower intact so that I take it with me to the grave. But now, it was going to be taken from me in the worst way possible.
“I will start the bidding and fifty thousand dollars.” She said stepping away.
I tried hard not to swerve my head at her. Who the hell would spend that much on a woman? It’d be cheaper to get a mistress or a permanent prostitute.
“Fifty Thousand!” A man shouted.
What the…?
“Fifty five!”
“Sixty five!”
My mother pointed her finger at a man who made that last bid, “Sixty five going once, gentlemen. Do I I hear more?”
“Eighty five!” Another man shouted.
“Eighty five, my goodness!” She cooed, “How generous!” She looked around again.
“One hundred and fifty thousand dollars!” A voice boomed from the back.
The whole room went dead silent. I almost keeled over in shock. Someone just bid an eighth of a million dollars just to buy me.
“Sold!” My mother shouted. “To Mr. Strakens, company executive. You’re prize will be prepared and ready for you to claim your prize in an hour. Then you may take her back home with you.”
My life was now officially over.
Two men in suits grabbed me by the arm and took me out of the room. Where I would prepare for my fate.
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“Very good, Sarah,” My mother complimented me. We were sitting in a posh room filled with elegant drapery and expensive antiques. A woman was brushing my hair to free it from it’s tangles. “I never thought someone would give so much quid for a permanent piece of ass. Good job! You’ll be his fifth if I’m not mistaken.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked her again. “If you hate me so much, why not just kill me? Or throw me on the streets. Why?”
She shrugged and straightened her blouse. “I figured I get some use out of you and make a few bucks. After all that crap I went through, figured I deserved something.” She narrowed her eyes at me. “Don’t you think you owe me? After all you only owe me your life.”
“If you didn’t want a kid so bad then why didn’t you just abort me!” I mean really. Why not? At this point I’d prefer it! “It would’ve saved you all that trouble that whine about all the time.”
“Because I was too far along to have a legal one.” She pulled out a chain from a drawer and walked towards me. “I didn’t want have an illegal one because it would have ruined my reputation.” She looked at the woman, “You’re done here. Get out.” She came towards the bed that I sat on. “Now you are going to behave. Because God knows what this man will do to you if you don’t cooperate with his every desire.”
Then she clamped something around my neck and a clasp clicked in place. She jerked me back, making me fall against the mattress. I looked over to see that she had put a chain collar on me and then attach the rest of the chain to the wall. “Now sit still will you?” Then she headed towards the door.
“No please!” I tried to go after her but the chain held me back. “Mom!”
She slammed the door shut. Leaving me alone. At least for now. I didn’t have much time left. I kept the flimsy red robe together so it wouldn’t fall off my shoulders. Who knew how much longer I would have to myself.
The door slowly creaked open.
Apparently none.
I began to shake as a man came into the room. He was about five-foot-nine. His head was covered in white hair that came with an equally white beard. His face as well as the rest of his body was incredibly large. His stomach was large as it appeared to be squeezed in his business suit. He had on light glasses that were fogged as his brown eyes gazed right at me.
“Well hello there, beautiful.” He purred coming towards me. I tried to scoot away, but he grabbed my ankle and held me still. His gaze turned to stone. “Don’t even fucking think about it. You fight me and I’ll make you regret it. Now lie down on your back.”
I was to scared to do what he said. I was frown to the bone. I couldn’t move.
“Do it, bitch!” And he backhanded me across the face. My body fell against the bed again and I tried to inch away. But he grabbed my wrists and pushed me on my back, climbing on top of me. “You want this to be hard then? That’s fine with me. I like it rough.” He grabbed the collar of my robe and ripped it apart in his hands, making sure not an inch was covering my body from him.
The he turned me on my side and held my wrists behind my back. He leaned over me for a moment before coming back and I felt something tight around my wrists. Oh no.
He’s tying me up!
There was anther tug on my wrists when he finished tying them together before he got off of the bed. There was a rustling sound of fabric moving around and a belt coming undone. Clothes met the floor in a heap as he shuffled around. I couldn’t look. I hid my face in my hair. To try and hope for some kind of security.
The bed dipped under his weight again. Those rough calloused hands stroked up my legs and thighs. He put slimy kisses on my hip and licked up my waist. I cringed from his touch and tried to move away again. But he just grasped my waist and forced me onto my stomach. His large body bent over mine as he spread my legs farther apart. One hand grabbed my tied wrists and pulled them back.
This was how I was going to lose my virginity. On my knees as a slave. Not a woman. Nor a bride on her wedding night. As a prisoner.
“Now hold still and this won’t hurt too much.” He spread my thighs farther apart and positioned himself. “I’m going to enjoy this.” Then he pushed forward and tore right into me. Ripping through my virginity like sand paper rubbing across cement.
“Oh yes!” He growled and started push in out and out of me. “So good!”
“Please stop!” I begged. “It hurts!”
“It’s supposed to hurt, bitch!” He kept forcing himself deeper inside me until I thought I’d split in two. “Now shut the fuck up. You’re mine now. You might as well enjoy it cause you ain’t leaving.”
I cried in pain as he continued to use me. He would go harder and harder every time. Making this even more painful. When he was about to finish, he pulled out in time to force his release all over my lower body. When it was over he was sure to give my leg another kiss before untying me. I stayed perfectly still. Not wanting to move. I had no desire to move anymore. None.
“You got blood all over the sheets.” He scolded as he put his clothes back on. “Good thing this is only happens once.” I heard the door open. “Sleep tight and don’t let the bed bugs bite. That’s my job. And we leave for New York tomorrow.” Then that was it. I was left alone again. Only this time I had nothing left.
My mind began to drift off as sleep took over. And I decided that I deserve to have one last final dream of the man of my dreams before I stop thinking of him forever. After tonight I will block him out. No needing to defile him anymore.
“Jareth…”
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