In a futuristic world, human trafficking is not illegal. Families make billions of dollars off the sale of indebted females every year. Fathers selling their daughters to pay debts. Females who cannot repay student loans. People in tax debt to the government. Some families simply sell their daughters because finding a husband for them is too much trouble. A quick, simple, profitable way to get rid of a member of the family.
The girls did not come cheap. The more beautiful the girl, the more expensive. If the girl is a virgin, price is doubled. The only rules are that the females must be between 18 and 30 years of age and cannot be sold by anyone but their father, husband, or the government.
In instances the government issues indentured terms, the debt is figured up, then the woman is sold for the amount she is indebted. The buyer issues a contract to the woman with a set number of time to pay her debt back. Usually no longer than three years.
That is not the case when the family sells the woman. The woman is bought for as long as the buyer wants to keep her. What the buyer chooses to do from there is up to them. The woman has no rights publicly.
Before the woman is sent to the buyer, she is trained to what they expect. Should the woman know how to cook gourmet meals? She will be trained. Should she behave a certain way? She will be trained. The service is offered by the selling company at a fee to the buyer.
Jason’s family was one of the biggest in the game. They bought girls then trained them and then sold them to the highest bidder. There was an auction every Friday where the girls were sold then they would be transferred to be trained to their new owner’s specifications. The girls were kept on site and often could hear the auctions as they happened.
Occasionally a member of the family would see a girl they couldn’t pass up. The girls didn’t know it, but often this was the best-case scenario for them. Because of the profit the family made, each member was very rich. There was little expense spared for their lifestyle.
father was a bad business man. He had gotten himself so far in debt to the wrong people that there would be no way to get back even again. The only thing that he could do would be sell his daughter in hopes that she wouldn’t be sold to someone who would abuse her too much.
Shelly was exquisitely beautiful, much like her mother. She was 24 years old and trying to decide what to do with her life. She had to figure out a way to pay for college, not wanting to get so far in debt that she would never be able to get out again. Her father had had many marriage offers for her, though Shelly had managed to sabotage all of them. She knew what she looked like, but she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life with someone she had no common ground with. She had been lucky enough to get to know all the past suitors before anything legal had been set in motion. Or so she thought.
Shelly was in the backyard of her parent’s house playing fetch with their dog when two men approached her. Her parents weren’t home and she hadn’t been expecting visitors.
“We need you to come with us.” The taller of the two men said in a monotone voice that sent chills down her spine.
‘Excuse me? I’m not going anywhere.” Shelly strived to keep her voice calm, though she was panicking inside. There was only one reason why two strange men would be approaching her like this.
“We can do this the easy way or we can cause a scene. It wasn’t a request. Move.” The tone of his voice never changed.
She looked him over carefully. She was sure that he had done his fair share of carrying girls from houses kicking and screaming. He was almost a foot taller than her 5’4 frame and easily had 100 pounds on her. There would be no way she could fight back without getting hurt if it was just him. He had a backup guy with him as assurance.
“Did my father sell me? Alright!! I’m coming! Jesus!” She started off calm but he made a move to reach for her and she panicked and raised her hands in defeat. She started walking to the fence glancing back at her dog who was growling on his chain, long enough to play fetch and run around the back part of the yard but not long enough to protect her since the two men never got within his reach.
The trip to the place where she would be auctioned did not last long. There were twelve women to be sold, and they were all housed two to a room in the back of the main house. Their living quarters all had bathrooms and mini kitchens but they were not allowed to watch television or listen to the radio.
It was three days before they were sent to auction. During that time, Shelly had been looked over by a doctor from head to toe. Assured she was disease free and put on medical record her hymen was intact.
She could hear the auction faintly and listened closely as her name was called out and her medical chart went over. Then bidding started. It started off incredibly high. There was no way anyone in their right mind would pay that much surely! But there were several contenders, the price inching up to the six-digit level. There was such an uproar when the gavel slammed down and Sold! Was called out that she didn’t hear the name of the person who bought her. Her childish hope that her father had bought her back was dashed almost immediately and now she dreaded the next week. They had explained the process to them when they were brought in. She knew that she would be sent to be trained or to her new owner.
Jason woke up the morning his new slave was to arrive feeling disoriented. He couldn’t possibly understand why is phone was ringing so early on a Saturday.
“Who is it?” He demanded after grabbing his cell phone from his dresser one ring before it would roll to voicemail. He hadn’t even bothered to sit up in bed.
“We’re 20 out.” The delivery service with Shelly would be there soon. He was strangely excited about this day.
“You have her prepared the way I wanted?” He had requested a specific dress code for his new slave. There already was a wide assortment of clothes he had approved in her closet and still more to be delivered. She would be treated well.
“‘She’s been prepared as per your instructions,” was the only response, short and curt. Just the way Jason liked phone conversations.
‘Then I’ll be ready.’ Jason stated coolly, ‘Phone again when you’re downstairs,’ he said before making his way inside the bathroom attached to his bedroom.
He decided a quick shower was in order, the delivery team would just be arriving when he got down the hall. He quickly dressed in a casual pair of jeans and plain white t-shirt. He put socks and tennis shoes on then headed to the exit of his room.
Striding out into a hallway - at the end of which was the door to his bedroom - Jason made for the next door along, one of four, which was distinguished from the others by the presence of a lock on the outside. A single key hung from a chain upon the door-handle, and he opened it with this before putting the chain around his neck and dropping it inside his shirt.
“I hope she appreciates how much this cost,” he muttered to himself as he entered the room.
It was another bedroom. Smaller than his own, but still quite large, pleasantly furnished and outfitted with a small sitting area and entertainment suite. There was no balcony but a large window in one wall offered the same cityscape views as in his own room, although it did possess both an in-suite bathroom and large walk-in closet. As he walked towards the latter Jason halted by a dressing table where he pulled out a drawer to glance inside. Here were some of the impressive selection of high-end cosmetics he had purchased. Their names and purposes where something of a mystery to him, but the young woman at the store had assured him they were the best. He closed the drawer again and strode into the walk-in closet where he slowly turned on his heel to regard its contents. He had only known her measurements for a few days and much of what he had ordered had yet to arrive, yet there was already a bewildering selection of designer clothes, shoes, accessories, and several small shelves and glass cabinets containing other personal effects such as fragrances and jewelry.
He pulled the door closed behind him as he strode back out into the room to stand opposite the large king-sized bed. It had certain unusual features such as hand-cuffs hanging from the steel bed frame and other more esoteric fastenings which he glanced over before heading for the exit. Though even as he halted outside in the hallway, pulling the door closed behind him, the phone in his pocket began ringing. His dark eyebrows twitched upward expectantly as Jason withdrew it and answered the call.
“‘Yes?” he enquired as he started down the hall.
The hallway ended in a small sitting area where one staircase led upward, onto the roof, and another down. Jason began to descend the stairs.
“We’re downstairs now,” it was the voice from earlier.
“Good,” the young man stated, “I’ll be there in a moment.”
Downstairs now he traversed a series of sizable open-plan living spaces with large windows boasting expansive city views, all furnished and decorated with a restraint suggestive of a professional touch. Though the young man had no time to reflect on his surroundings as he made his way out. As his apartment took up the two uppermost floors of the complex there was no upstairs lobby, and Instead of a front door the exit took the form of an elevator which was soon descending toward the basement car-garage. Jason tapped a foot impatiently as he watched the numbers above the door blinking on and off in sequence from the eighteenth floor to the below-ground garage. As it finally lurched to a halt and the doors opened he strode out immediately into the garage itself where he noted a van idling in front of the elevators doors. Two burly looking men stood by it, and they exchanged nods with Jason when he appeared.
“So-“ the young man raised an eyebrow, “where is she?”
The man closest to the door handle opened the back door and he caught his first glimpse of Shelly as her new role. He would not have her publicly dressed provocatively and he had demanded that she be waxed and dressed in a black business suit. He looked her over with a look of approval, from her perfectly coifed hair to her six-inch black stilettos. Her make-up was done perfectly and her skin seemed to be a perfect golden color.
“Very good. Contact my office for payment. Lindsey will take care of you.” Jason ordered the two men before holding his hand out to Shelly, expecting her to take it.
Shelly looked from his face to his hand and back again before letting out her breath. She hadn’t even been aware that she was holding it. She took his hand and he led her to the elevator and to her new life.