The Unbearable Salesman Novels & Stories

I tried to shrink back as arms came in through the bars and began to pull at my hair or grab at my body. “Please people,” the salesman called, “Refrain from damaging the merchandise. You will have plenty of time to get acquainted if you are the highest bidder.” He caught my eye and smirked as people began to back off. The look he gave me was firmly telling me that he wasn’t interested in my well being, but rather in his own profit. The look sent cold shivers down my spine, and once again I had that niggling thought in the back of my mind that I recognised this evil man.

I said contentiously, staring at my father's grave. That was what he is! "Your selfish brother sold me off!, I know right? you wouldn't believe it," I said like I was actually conversing with someone. "But it's true Papa, he sold me. Twice!" I laid emphasis on the last word. I continued "He sold me off to a Heartless mob boss, an Italian Mafia Boss, who takes me as nothing but a soon- to-be Puttana, which I was about to be by tomorrow but thankfully I got out of his hell hole"

"If you're going to be so ungrateful, you can return the money to me." Seeing me about to take the money back, she went mad and shielded the cash with both hands as if her life depended on it. I gave her an ultimatum. "Get out. Don't come back and disturb me or my wife again." A few days later, Cyril came banging on our door. Knowing their situation, I was cautious before opening the door. I peered through the peephole and saw Cyril holding a cleaver. He looked like a thug as if he was ready to kill.

Eventually, when she calmed down, I sat her on the bed, gently wiping away her tears. "Did something happen?" I asked carefully, knowing there had to be a reason for her desperate actions. Eleanor met my gaze and whispered, "I was scammed." "What?" My eyes widened. She continued, "They took 300 thousand dollars—all of my mom's retirement savings. I couldn't let her know, so I took a loan, working multiple jobs to pay it off. But it's impossible with the interest. It keeps piling up! They threatened to take my mom's house. I begged for a way out, and they said if I was willing to do certain things, I could pay it off quickly. That's why..."

He explained. “What for? And please, if you love your life, don’t tell me you are a salesman.” Liza warned, knowing that might be the best explanation for his behaviour. Finally, he was relieved to know he might escape from this. “Oh no, ma’am, no sales peaches. That’s not why I am here.” His smile was patient. Frustrated, Liza rolled her eyes childishly. ‘I really do not have forbearance for this.’ She swore mentally.

I glanced at it before he quickly turned his attention back to the phones, pretending to show me something else. When I felt it was safe, I picked up the note and opened it. The message read: *“Are you in trouble?”* My heart skipped a beat. I looked at the salesman, then quickly glanced at Dalton. I wasn’t sure how to answer, but the truth seemed painfully clear. I was not in any real danger, but I felt so unwanted, like I was nothing more than a nuisance. The salesman’s expression softened. “My name is Harry. What’s yours?”

he said smiling warmly. We entered the house, with Vicenzo close at hand, and headed for the meeting room. I feel disgusted by the part of me that the senator touches. Not only is he a physically ugly old man, but he is such a repulsive man that he would do anything for more power. Anything. I could run, if it didn't look so incriminating, so I walk.

"What the hell did you think I am not going to be mad after being treated like stuff? You could get me for free since my father didn't want me, but you still bought me." "Well, rich guys loved to buy something unworthy, just to show off that we had a lot of money. I am the one who offers your father to buy you. I know your father could give you for free, but I want to give you the feel of something that can be sold, bought, and thrown away. That's fun to watch." Victoria might regret her decision to ask. "And you must be wondering why I am toying with you, but I will never let you know. You must be desperate to be punished when you don't know your fault."

"This belt is made of high-quality material and has a diamond attached, the value of this item is very high. I can't bring such a precious thing for you to see. If you're looking for other belts, I'll recommend a few stores nearby." "I said I wanted to see this belt. If it suits my taste, I will buy it. Please give me this belt." "This! Do you not understand my words? I said that a poor person like you couldn't afford such expensive products. If you damage my company's products, you will have to pay a large amount of money. I'm helping you, but aren't you grateful to me?" The short conversation was enough to scare the salesman, she knelt at Lisanna's feet and hugged Lisanna's leg, her tears

Elder Theodore hissed as I broke his thumb and moved on to his other hand. "Yep, I’ll pay." I responded. "I’ll always pay no matter what, so I do what the fuck I want." "Luna," Hans murmured, coming up beside me. "Maybe we should try the serum." "No," I giggled, unable to ignore the bloodlust that was building in me. "That’s just too easy and I want to see this bastard break naturally." "But we don’t have time." Hans continued. Didn’t have time? What the hell was that even supposed to mean?