Lost Faith: Sold To The Possessive CEO

　　Sarah’s POV　　My house, a place I have to call the house at least. I live with my dad since my mum left me when I was ten and suddenly I become very aware of the fact that the next week I am turning 18.　　Eight years…Eight years since she left. Since she abandoned me. In the beginning, I felt alone and betrayed, I didn’t understand why my own mother would just leave. But when I stayed with my dad I realised why. Why did she have to leave? Not that I forgive her. How can I?! Yes, my dad was physically and emotionally abusing her, so she ran away. Only she completely forgot that she has left a child with an abusive man.　　At first, it would be one or two slaps a day... but as I grew older he had taken off his anger. He would be with his belt, he punched me or even kicked me. It was a sadistic game for him and a living nightmare for me.　　One that I wasn’t even in charge of experiencing. I didn’t ask to be born in this world, not by those parents. And some people would ask if I understo

　　Damon’s POV　　-Auction night-　　I get ready for the most disgusting activity the human species can imagine of creating. It’s like a cruel circus for people, created by other people who simply have more power.　　My parents had enough money to help me study at the best universities in the country and I ended up helping my father’s business expand. I did everything as I was supposed to do it! I am now a 27-year-old man who has made a career in the field of business and marketing and yet I have to accept all that shit again!　　Every now and then there is an auction. Each time someone else organise it. It's impossible and dangerous for just one to do that all the time.　　There is a high risk we are going to get caught, by people, we don't want to.　　At the auctions, we usually bid on items, gems, jewels, rare stones, paintings worth millions and so it goes. Do I agree with those auctions? No. But they happened before me and they will continue happening after me.　　Of course, nothing is le

　　Damon’s POV　　Presenter: ONE MILLION THREE! Aaand! SOLD. TO THE MAN IN THE FRONT.　　The presenter points to Richard and some people turn to look at the place where he is pointing. Richard is smiling proudly as if he won the most important game of them all.　　Damon: That's just...　　Michael: I know Damon. But it's none of your business.　　Damon: ...　　I swallow down the lump of anger and disgust in my throat and try to focus on the next auction hoping for it to be the last in this madness.　　The two women leave the stage. Of course, the bidding "items" go to their buyers at the end of the auction.　　Presenter: AND NOW! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! PLEASE PAY ATTENTION! THE ATTRACTION OF THE DAY! A YOUNG FLOWER!　　A PURE GEM! A GIRL NOT YET BECOME A WOMAN! SHE HAS THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL! THE LOOK OF A GODDESS!　　AND THE PURITY OF A CHILD! PLEASE LET'S WELCOME OUR SPECIAL GUEST!　　The lights all focus once more at the center of the stage. All around the room I hear gasps some people even applau

　　Damon's POV　　When the auction came to an end all I was thinking about was that young woman with her trembling body standing on that stage. She was dehumanized, humiliated, and most of all, scared.　　I couldn’t stand her look of fear and it was beyond my understanding how breathing human beings were able to perform such cruelty on others! One thing I knew for sure, she didn’t want to be here so only one possibility was real…she was forced to do this.　　The idea alone makes me sick and I feel rage awaking deep inside me. Newfound anger that when I visit me nothing god comes from it! All I could think about was her, I wanted to take her away from here, take her home, where she’d be safe far away from all those twisted people!　　As I stood up my father did the same but of course, we couldn't just leave quietly!　　Richard approach us with his stupid yet half-annoyed smile.　　Richard: The great Damon Tenner bid for a virgin? That's something you don't see every day! Who would have thought

　　Damon's POV　　Sarah: You said you won't hurt me...　　Damon: And I meant it. I am going to keep my word.　　She nods her head sure this time that I am not a threat. But as soon as she does, it seems like all the remaining strength she had left abandons her body at once!　　The hand she, so protectively is pressing against her chest, falls to her as her eyelids close despite her control. The next thing I know she is about to fall only she doesn’t. Because I catch her, in my arms not thinking about it twice.　　Damon: Sarah! Shit!?　　She has fainted! Fainted in my arms, her body naked and vulnerable as it was moments before only she trusted me enough to let her guard down. I can’t betray that trust!?　　I quickly cover her with my coat, wrapping I around her the best I can without looking at her. I lift her up and carry her out of the room bridal style holding her body as close to me as I possibly can. Thinking that even in her sleep hearing my heartbeat might as well bring her some comfort