I want her in this lifetime

Both of their eyes landed on me. I felt the coldness crawl down my spine.

"Emma!" My father called me.

But that’s not what I had in mind. The man's deep, cold eyes were the only ones that caught my attention. He’s wearing a white dress shirt with a loose tie around his neck. A sparkling watch is on his wrist, and his black shoes are well shined. He looked so out of place. Our dirty and small house was not enough for him.

"My daughter is here, sir. Come here, Emma! ” Father approached me.

And if he hadn't grabbed my arm, I wouldn't have taken my gaze away from the man in the living room. I gulped and blinked like I just woke up in a deep thought.

"Where did you go, huh?" Father whispered to me.

I felt the tightness of his grip. I whimpered lightly because of that.

"I-I…"

I had nothing to say. It was not part of my plans. I expected him to be asleep when I went home, but here he is.

"I’ll beat you later." He pressed his grip on my thin arm.

I bit my lip, feeling more pain.

"Alberto." said the man.

We both turned to him. My father loosened my grip on me. My eyes are again fixated on him. His hair is well fixed and he’s looking serious while looking somewhere. He didn't even look in our direction, but that was enough to make me shiver.

”S-sir, uh…” My father is speechless. It seemed like all he wanted was to be able to serve this man well.

My eyes nailed into the man reigning the whole place. He’s sitting, but he’s screaming dignity and power. Does he own that dashing car outside? Who is he?

Never in my life did my father bring a man in here without any reason that’s gotta be me. And for sure, this man right here will be one of those men. But he seems different.

I clenched my fist. My pupils are shaky while trying to pull myself up. My dad spat out a raw laugh. He’s fidgeting and seems to not know what to do next.

”Here’s my daughter. I’m sorry, she went outside and— ”

“Stop with the crap. I want the deal to be sealed now. I don’t have much time for you. ” he uttered.

I gasp. I am right. I don’t know if I should be thankful because he’s here and dad didn’t beat me up. The brewing unrest crept into my mind. I seemed to be stuck in my position.

No. Please, not today. Not on this day.

“Y-yes! Yes sir, of course! ”

My father laughed, and a crooked smile appeared on his face. His piano-like teeth showed as he gave me a glance.

"Emma, come here!" he hissed at me.

I did not move from where I was. My knees were just shaking because of the man there. He’s really something. Something is different about him.

"Emma!" My father called again, but I didn’t move.

The man’s eyes finally bore into me. His thick eyebrows are in a flat line, while his deep brooding eyes almost tore me to pieces. He’s seriously looking at me with his deep brown eyes while sitting there with dignity. Suddenly I wanted to follow, but in fear I could not move.

”Fuck! Come here!”

If my father had not pulled me back, I would not have left my seat. The book fell from my hands, and I was led to the living room to sit in front of him. I gulped as I met his gaze. He scanned me from my foot to my head and his eyes lingered on my arms before his eyes went to my eyes again. I let go of my gaze on him. I couldn't look at him.

Something in him is screaming an enigma. I bent my knee and cast spells for the nth time. My throat went dry at the thought of him looking at me with his eyes closed. His scent is all over the place. His scent smells so strong and manly that I’m thinking it might stay in here for a long time.

”So here she is, Mr. Anderson. " My father started.

‘Anderson.’ I uttered inside my head.

"How much?" he spoke.

My head went up to look at him again. I don't know why I was surprised, even though I knew that was really his purpose here.

"U-uhm…"

I heard my father's confusion. He must be so nervous and excited about this, huh? A wealthy-looking man came here for some abuse session.

My heart shrunk thinking about it. Evilness doesn’t suit his good-looking face. But I guess this is how the world works right? Evil doesn't choose their tabernacle.

"The biggest offer she had was five hundred dollars, and that's for two nights." My father laid the price.

He’s lying. The biggest offer I had was three hundred dollars and that’s for a week. I can still remember that man who used me for a week. He took me to his place and used it there over and over again.

"Five hundred?" the man spoke in disgust.

My eyes nailed into him. His eyes are full of anger and disgust as he looks at my father, then back at me again. A huge lump clot in my throat. His jaw moved in a harsh way as he glared at me. I saw his fist ball up. Veins popped up and became more visible as he did that. I looked back up into his eyes, and I showed no emotion.

 Why does he seem so angry? Is three hundred too much for him? Isn't he rich? With his watch and car that’s screaming luxury, why does it seem like he’s not happy with the price, he heard?

“Yes! Five hundred! That’s for two nights! And you can even take her into your place. ” My father bargained.

He tapped my shoulders.

“Right, Emma? And for sure she will improve his performance for those two nights- ”

"Bullshit." he spoke.

I seem to have stopped breathing. I saw him shut his eyes tight and bowed his head lightly, like he’s having a hard time hearing all those words from my father.

"I'm sorry but that's all we can offer to you, young man." My father chuckled and laughed hoarsely afterwards.

My whole attention was just on him and watching him like he was a puzzle to me that I couldn’t form. He’s like… hurt? I don’t know. I don't think I'm really good when it comes to emotions. I’m not the right person to begin with.

"You can just leave if-"

"Twenty million,"

It was like a slap that woke me up when he spoke again. I thought I turned deaf when I heard him. But when my father spoke, I confirmed the question in my mind.

"W-what?"

"Twenty million, I'll buy her for twenty million."

”H-Ha… Haha… Hahahaha!”

My father’s unsure laugh reigned in the whole house while my soul seemed to have left me. My father nervously lighted a cigarette and puffed it. I saw on my peripheral vision how his hands were shaking and having a hard time lighting that cigarette.

“Twenty million? For how many months then, Mr. Anderson? ” My father’s amused and excited tone.

I know, I understand my father. Twenty million? Who wastes money for pleasure? How evil he is huh?

He didn’t answer right away. He just stared at me for seconds and I did the same.

"Lifetime." he uttered as his lips stretched for an evil smile while looking at me.

My chest was weighted by something invisible when he spoke. My first word in my head was, ‘No!’ No! No, that can’t be! Lifetime? That’s

"L-lifetime?" My father asked.

”Yes. Lifetime. ” he confirmed.

My world seemed to crumble at what he said. My eyes fell on my hands, resting on my thigh. It was only then that I realized they were trembling for some incomprehensible reason.

"T-that's… I didn't expect that sir." My father chuckled nervously.

I looked at my father, pleadingly hoping that he’d not give his consent. Hoping he will see my pleading in my eyes, that he will not give me to this man. I can’t manage to be sold into someone I don’t know, to be his sex slave for the rest of his life or my existence!

It doesn't matter if my father sells me over and over again, as long as he sells me to this man for life. Because I have it all planned already! I have my escape plan! Why does he have to be here offering his dimes out of all time !?

“Why Alberto? Twenty million isn’t enough?” His deep evil voice hammered into my brain.

If I could just run, I would have done it. My father wasn’t able to speak any words. He glanced at me, then back to the Anderson he’s calling.

"Fifty million then."

My mouth dropped and my eyes went to him so fast.

"Fifty million !?" My father couldn’t believe it as much as I did.

Tears started to form into my eyes as I stared at him. All I can feel is anger. Emotion that I’m sure of. He is so evil. If only I could hurt him and shout at him so that he would leave, I'd do it. But his wicked eyes are looking at me and all I can do is pretend like a stone here.

”Yes. Fifty million dollars, Alberto. And I want her in this lifetime. ”