“You’ve got yourself a deal,” he said. I was sure they were shaking on it.
The next three weeks were pure hell. My dad drove me to school every day and picked me up, insuring that I stayed pure. He didn’t go out drinking for three weeks and wouldn’t even let me go out after graduation.
We attended the ceremony, stopped at the liquor store and went home to our dumpy little trailer. That was the night that he told me my plans to marry a rich man that was going to take care of me. He tried to make it sound like I was going to be living the life of luxury and he was doing it for my own good. He had forgotten to mention that he was also receiving thirty thousand dollars for selling me off.
I would like to say that my eighteenth birthday was the worst day of my life, but I had many worse days of my life. Drew was there at eight o’clock in the morning to claim me. I had gotten sick so many times during the night, hyperventilating and dry heaving for hours.
He had two men with him. One carried a leather bag, sort of like and old timey doctor’s bag. I stayed in my room, rocking back and forth on my mattress, willing this not to be happening.
My dad yelled for me, and I couldn’t move. I stayed sitting on the mattress staring at the door with my heart in my stomach. He opened the door and the man carrying the bag that I had watched through the window came in with Drew.
“This nice man is going to exam you a little Morgan,” my dad explained.
Exam me? What the fuck?
My dad stepped out, and Drew closed the door behind him.
“I need you to undress from the waist down,” the man said, and I was in panic mode. I wasn’t about to take my jeans off in front of either one of them, let alone let him touch me.
I looked at Drew, and he stood in his fancy suit and tie wearing a smirk.
“Why?” I managed to say.
“We just want to make sure that you are not damaged.”
“I’m not,” I all but yelled.
“Take your pants off, Morgan,” Drew said with his dark eyes that scared the hell out of me.
I didn’t know what to do. This was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not.
After not moving and staring at the two of them in shock, Drew finally squatted to my face and put both of his hands on my knees. “We have a plane waiting on us, Morgan,” he smiled.
“I don’t want to go with you,” I demanded.
He grabbed both my ankles and pulled me flat on my back. I could only stare in total shock. He unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off with my panties in one swift move. I crossed my ankles and covered myself with my hands.
“Spread your legs, Morgan,” Drew spoke while the doctor or whatever he was removed a light and some sort of silver tool.
I couldn’t even cry. I didn’t know what emotions were transpiring as I lay there and trembled.
“Now!” he demanded.
I slowly opened my legs and squeezed my eyes shut. I didn’t know which one of them was even touching me. I thought that Drew had been the one who pulled my knees up, exposing my very personal sex. I jumped when I felt the instrument penetrate me and then felt the warmth from the light between my legs.
“Her Hymen is fully intact,” the man examining me said, pulling the tool from my vagina. I jumped again.
He stepped out leaving me alone with Drew.
“Get dressed, we have to go,” he said, and that was when the tears started.
This was really happening. My dad was really going to let this man take me. Drew squatted down to me again and placed his hands on my bare knees after pulling me back to a sitting position.
“No tears, Morgan. I am doing you the biggest favor of your life. You are going to live like a queen and all you have to do to earn it is listen to me. Now get dressed. We are leaving,” he demanded with a clinched jaw and a look that frightened me to the core. He moved my knees apart and looked down. I quickly snapped them back together. He snickered.
I dressed quickly and pulled on my sneakers.
My dad never said a word as I was led from the trailer. He was too busy counting the dollar bills and anticipating his night at the bar.
I rode in the back seat with Drew, and the two other men sat up front. We drove in silence other than Drew being on his phone talking business and getting mad because of the poor reception. We were driven for almost two hours, and I wondered where I was going. Where was I going to be living? He said we had a plane to catch, but we kept driving and driving. Finally, we arrived at a small airport and Drew led me by my elbow to the private jet.
I looked around, wondering if I could run, knowing that I couldn’t.
“Bring us back some refreshments once we are in the air,” Drew told the man that didn’t exam me. I would soon learn that this man was around a lot.