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Lily’s POV

“I have to tell you, sweety, Your brother has been moved two roles up, and he is now number twentieth on the list, it won't be long now. You have tried so much” The nurse said to me as I began to settle down in the hospital. She and the other nurses have been more than kind to me and my brother. With no families and no money, I feel they have been fair to us despite their code of conduct.

The news makes me happy, really happy that soon it would be his turn to get a donor. A good news, something to hope for. And before then I would have prepared the money needed.

“We will wake him up from unconsciousness now, I'm sure he has been hoping to wish a happy birthday. I totally forgot about my birthday yesterday. It didn't end well but it does not matter, next year is another time to celebrate.

“Thank you,” I muttered to her and she was gone.

“Hey darling,” I said as he popped his eyes open weakly, Lucas is my only family and I love him to death, which makes his pain unbearable for me too. Especially yesterday’s episode.

“You look like shit.” He replied as he tried to find my arm on the side of the bed, squeezing it.

“Thank you, you look worse” I stood up from my seat, placed a kiss on his forehead, and just held him there. Oh God! I want him to be okay. He is the fun one, the one with the beautiful! My brother!

“When did you arrive?”

“Not long, the nurses say you are doing better” I tried to make light of the situation. It helps sometimes.

“That’s what they all say. I might be dying the next minute and they would still say that. I just want to be removed from this fucking machine. I am tired. I am tired of seeing you sad and overworking yourself to find money. Please let me go. Let me let you live” He said, surrendering. The pain in his voice was unmistakable, and this was the first time he would tell me this.

I looked into his young blue eyes and just cried “Please Lucas, don't say that to me. Please. You are two roles up the list, which means you are two steps closer to getting a heart. So close” I cleaned off the tears that poured out of my eyes with the back of my hand. I should not cry, No. . . I should lift up his spirit.

“Look at me. Lucas! I said, look at me” He is trying to be stubborn again. “I am here because of you. I am here because I want to. There is a solution, why do you want to give up? There is a solution. We just need time and that is exactly what you are going to give me. And you will do that with smiles on your face every damn time, okay?” He nodded, tears streaming from his face now.

“Good! Now let’s talk about the course you will decide to study in the next few years, in the university” I said and winked. When everything is done, I know it will not be hard for him to catch up. He is brilliant, just like my mother... I caught my mind from diving back into the past I don't ever have to remember. It's gone now. . . Completely. I and Lucas only have beautiful days ahead of us.

Throughout my day in the hospital, my head never thought of the messages I had so earnestly prayed for the night before, I dashed out of the house even before Mira thought to wake up and now that I’m back, she is gone to work.

But closing my bedroom door behind me now, that’s all I can think of. The money. And of course, I have to get messages from any sicko on PLACEBID.COM for that to happen.

I placed myself behind my desk and opened the computer, my knuckles turned white as I typed my password to log on to the site. Praying and hoping. I would feel even more shameful doing all this if no one wanted me.

Wait! That’s not true. I blinked my lashes at the screen before me, I had more than dozens of messages from different accounts waiting for my replies

A quick look at those subject lines sends a whirlwind of emotions through me – a mix of fear and excitement, disbelief, and a rush of relief. This is because all those subject lines, in lack of a more suitable description, seem to hold offers or requests.

"$20,000 for a taste of that virgin pussy," I begin by reading the first message, and as I scroll through the rest, they only become more bizarre. I scroll up slowly, resisting the urge to open the emails themselves, at least for now. It's hard to believe that all of these could be genuine. They must be pranks, don't they? If not, then perhaps these individuals are genuinely strange, or worse, they could be concealing dark secrets. This much money to sleep with a stranger?

I saw one $50,000. And I marvel at it being just what I need. This would change my and my brother’s life, giving me enough time to work in order to get his transplant. But then I looked at it again, it was not 50k, I am missing another zero!

No, that could not possibly be so. Maybe a mistake! A fucking mistake. No sane man would throw half a million dollars on a stranger! No, this person is probably looking for someone to kill. Against my better judgment, I would say he is a serial killer and this is just his way to entice desperate women.

Because that's exactly what I am. Desperate.

In the subject line, there are no flattery-laden words about my appearance or explicit desires. This sender conveys their message with numbers alone.

$500,000.

My mind doesn't even bother entertaining a daydream about this. It's just too unbelievable. No way I am falling for this.

That’s what I told myself, so the fuck am I opening his message?

“Your eyes, they are magnificent”

Oh my! The man is a sweet talker.

I continued reading. “I am sure you have had a lot of offers already, but you are surely going to like mine better. And I am a man who likes to take what they want and this does not come often” Oh really?

But I continued, “If you are serious about this offer and money, I will await your reply and I can book a day with you to go over the contract”

Okay, now that's convincing. If there is a contract, that would probably mean there is a lawyer involved. Then that means safe. Right? My eyes drifted again, toward the money. This is my break right here. It would do so much, too much!

Then the next line hits me: "Only if you are open to me mastering you and teaching you things you've never considered should you reply. I don't appreciate wasting my time."

I feel a mix of discomfort and unease reading those words.

I find myself torn between blushing intensely and shooting an irritated glare at the screen. What a jerk.

I mean, he's not wrong, but does he have to be this condescending?

"Don't keep me waiting, pet," he adds impatiently.

Pet? I have not agreed to anything and I am pet?

The thought of checking out all the other messages crept inside me, I mean maybe they will not be as crazy as this one here.

But I couldn't, I like that he is demanding. I like that he is straight to the point and he knows what he wants.

So I clicked on his profile, and oh man! He is fucking beautiful! Those eyes! Those eyes make me wonder what he sees about my own eyes. Icy blue eyes.

His cheekbones could slice through a steak, and his chiseled jawline matches, accentuated by the untamed two-day stubble. It only enhances his flawless features, like shading on an art drawing. I can't help but envision my fingers grazing that rough stubble, the sensation against my fingertips, palms, even my own cheek...Or between my thighs.

“Hi,” I began to type, through nervousness, I am really doing this. I really am “You mention something about mastering and teaching me in the bedroom, that is what I live for, I am willing to learn of ways to please you, and I consent” I looked at my screen and I thought I had done well, I hit send. Even as a virgin, he would not think I was completely inexperienced.

As if he was waiting for me at the front of his own computer, I saw his reply,

“Good! Because I would hate to lose the opportunity to play with your body”

The sentence shocked me but it also excited me, more excited than I have ever been talking to a boy. But this is a man. A man who knows what he wants.

“How old are you?”

Wait! Does he need my ID or something?

“Why?” I reply,

“Answer the question, Pet”

“20” in a couple of months

“Good! You are of legal age”

The man must have a lot to lose to worry about that, but of course, he is a man who is willing to pay half a million dollars for a virgin pussy.

“Come here tomorrow. I will need you ready for me before our dinner tomorrow” then adds an address in the next message.

I see the address is some kind of a spa.

“Okay,” I reply,

“Be there by 2 pm. It will provide enough time to shape you to how I want you” Shape me? I am not sure how I feel about that word, but I don't say anything.

“Do you need me to send a driver?” He asks,

“No, thank you. I will find the place on my own”

“Good, see you tomorrow” and that was all, he went offline.

He does not even ask me to not change my mind. He does not even beg me to come and that he has to see me. As if it didn't matter to him if I came or not. He would get any other girl he desires. He is the one paying the money and sooner or later, I would lose my virginity to a boy without getting paid for it.

But I will go, I have to see this through. It's just sex.