Two years , married to the man , the one who bribed me into auction.
A goat lost in the woods , found surrounded by panthers . That goat was Anna dressed in a black dress that showcased her perfect curves, highlighted her milky skin , her plum lips red, she was dolled up like a statue if lust . All for that the man who budded the highest …….
" this goddess ….. Anna ready to be the Slave to the man who bids the highest ….. So to begin the bid …. Looking at her plum bite able lips and those sinful curves I say we start with … Fifty thousand dollars " , the man on the mike boomed .
Laughter filled Anna’s head , she could not believe how that man mad her feel like a worthless price of meet , but that was what she was now and that was what she was always going to be a mud on the shoe , a slave to the man who bought her for his pleasures .
Pride was long gone , now she was a beggar , begging to the mr Cross the man who ruled his world. The man who was her last hope to save her mothers life , but in return the devil had bought her .
Being owned , like a pet to its master , she still could not believe it she had agreed to become a dog to mr Cross . She did not regret her decision not for a second had she thought otherwise , but she all she wanted to do was hide away in the darkness of her bed and yo never face the auction of the ‘devil’ …..
Tears filled her eyes once more …. “The lovely goddess will be serving the gentleman who bought her for a fare share of ten million ….”.
She sat in the car parked in a dark cold corner , she could feel shivers running through her . She might not be a virgin , but sleeping with stranger was far worst the selling her self to a man for his pleasure sake .
Standing in the middle of the hall , surrounded by people , but none that she knew , the thought of beings married was something surreal something that she would never experience ….. she had made a deal with the devil and now she sat in the shadow of devil himself ….
Starting at his Greek god glory ; her brain rusted , she tried to make some speech , when her body wend cold as ice , her brain that was rusted pushed started and a breathless “yes” escaped her trembling lips ……
The intercom spoke up ” mrs cross …. Your husband is waiting for you …” , a smile played on her lips as the image of her sin of a husband filled her eyes . She pated her pregnant womb as she left her office …. To enter her husbands warm arms .
Now when she thought of that night she looked at herself surrounded by people , none that she knew but in those nameless face sat the man who has made her his ……..