This is a horror level.

There is n't anything magic or supernatural, the entirely monsters are other people.

Pay attention to the story codification in the later chapters and if you want to skip over ch11 it does n't consequence the plot just know she saw the William Henry Gates of netherworld undefendable.

Brooklyn was sitting at the board quieter than all her friends with a sly grin on her side. As the go day of schoolhouse drew airless and her admirer talked about their program for the summertime and their hopes for the next year. She just played along and gave generic wine answers, she did n't involve to make programme for succeeding year, she already had the balance of her aliveness planned out. There was something none of her Friend knew. She had a boyfriend and not just any old fool like the male child at her school, she had a material man. He was a picture taking student at the university. They started talking after he liked one of her Instagram posts almost a year ago. A friend had taken a snap of her with the clouds and a leafless tree behind her, it looked dumbfound and so moody. Clicking through to his profile she saw his art and it was beautiful. When she saw a billet asking for example she started to picture herself in those photos. After sending a friend request he messaged her and they started talking. When it came clock time to meet and take some mental test shaft she lied and said she was 18, it was silly to ca-ca her postponement another six month when she could be a model now, and it gave her an excuse to be near him. She was shy at initiatory but they really hit it off that first day. After the trial run stab were done, they went out for a coffee and talked for hr. He told her about his plans to travel to City of Light and go a master photographer working for a mode firm to substantiate his art labor. After a lot more talking online they had a few more escort. They could n't see each other as much as she wanted because she knew her Dad would n't approve of her dating an older guy, he was very protective of her. She Knew why, she saw they way that men looked at her and had had more than a few uncomfortable interactions with the I that wanted Thomas More than to look. She both hated and loved it. But She felt safe with Zack, he did n't ask her for nudes or pass water sex `` jokes '' with her, he loved her not her body.

As the twelvemonth had drawn to a close Zack told her he was going to be moving to City of Light in the summertime as he had an internship. She begged him to let her derive with him, and he agreed. She had to recount him the truth about her age, she would reverse eighteen before they left but would n't have a passport. He was angry at first but told her he knew a few masses who might be able to avail. After they made up he had asked her to help with his final project, he had to do a `` bewitch shoot '' variety of sexy but nothing nude. He wanted to do a beach theme and shoot her in a bikini. She felt condom with him, he had always said he was glad to hold off for the right fourth dimension, Paris would be the right wing time she thought to herself. The shoot was fun, if a petty embarrassing. She had n't done anything like this before, once after she asked Zack if he wanted to log Z's with her and he said he wanted to wait, she had done a aphrodisiacal picayune dance for him and taken her top off but there had n't been any camera. She had tried to opine of all the sexy mag photos of girlfriend that boys like to put on their walls. She got so excited she even let him take a couple of her topless, for his eyes only.

The day after schooling ended she packed her bag and left a tone for her parents, they 'd be sad at get-go but they 'd be felicitous for her once Zack was a illustrious photographer and her a manakin. Besides, she was eighteen now, an adult. She had to captivate a bus out to a parking lot on the north of the city where Zack would find fault her up and they 'd drive to pick up her fake recommendation. It was so charge up. She had dressed up for him in that plaid skirt he liked, coming down to just above her knee joint, yearn White person air sock, Mary Janes and her favourite shirt, it was so pretty with piddling peak embroidered on it. Stood there waiting for him in the car common next to her bags she was so wannabee thinking about her new life.

When Zack had pulled up she kissed him deeply and told him she loved him as they drove off to start their new life. They drove for hours, well out of the metropolis and passed a few small townspeople. She had wanted to hold on a few times for food but Zack had wanted to get there as soon as potential, he had some bottled water for her though. Just after it started to turn shadow he had pulled up to a public loo and got out to extend his legs, When they set off again he told her to sleep as they 'll be there soon and she wanted to look rested for her passport photo, he was so caring, she was so lucky. As the car pulled up to the mansion she woke up, it was drear and they had been driving for 60 minutes. It was so remote but she thought, the sort of hoi polloi that make fake passports must wish it that way. Opening the car door he told her to allow her bag as she wo n't need it. The house was vast and looked like some sort of opulence lodge, not what she imagined the hideaway of a forger would stimulate looked like. Walking through the front door the hallway looked like something out of a magazine, forging must pay well. Through another door and into a large waiting room an elderly man in his 50 's well dressed with a turgid belly is sitting drinking a whisky and smoking a cigar.

'' This is her then ? ``

'' As ordered '' replied Zack `` Do you have the money ? ``

Why was Zack asking for the money, was n't he paying, she thought. Putting down the whisky and holding the cigar in his oral cavity the man lurched his way up and picked up a small leather bag handing it to Zack.

'' $ 200,000 as agreed. She is still inviolate ? ``

'' Yes she clearly knows what she 's for as you saw with the pic and video so I do n't remember she 'll take much convincing. ``

confusedness swirled in her header as she tried to understand what they were saying.

'' What 's going on Zack ? ``

He let out a small-scale laugh and looked down at her, `` We are n't going to Paris. Well you might be, I do n't really manage what happens to you after I leave. ''

Lifting her chin to wait her in the eyes `` I 've just sold you to this man. I have kidnapped you. I used all those delineation I 've taken of you to put you up for sales agreement on the internet. With you being a virgin and so volition to leave I was able-bodied to sell you for a lot ''.

All the breathing place left her and she stared up at him.

'' How long do you think until they start looking for her ? '' The man asked.

Dropping her chin Zack replied, `` I would n't take her though any aerodrome soon but I do n't think they 'll calculate too hard. She left a bank note and will just be another runaway, as planned. ``

'' Well thank you very much, let me lie with when you have any new stock. ``

And with that he turned around and left. She was in shock and did n't even feel clip passing.

She turned around when the man called to her, bringing her out of her haze. He was sitting in his chair again and pointing at the level in front end of him. She felt void like she had just been punched in the belly.

'' Come here. ``

Slowly she walked over.

'' Now I 've paid a lot of money to consume you brought here. I now own you. You are my property. To do with as I wish. I can treat you like a prized car and fear for you, or I can use you in a bingle sitting like some bang-up repast. The stopping point alternative you will ever make is how utilitarian you will be for me. You exist now only for my joy and I will assume it from you. ``

She looked back toward the residence hall and thought about how long they had driven to get here and she did n't even see the way they took. She could try Zack driving off getting placid and more distant.

'' Even if you do get by, retrieve I have those photo and they 'll be all over the internet before you get back. And thanks to your preeminence everyone will have it away you left willingly. Now if you 're going to be a right footling missy and do as you are told, kneel in front man of your possessor. But if you need to be taught your place, stay standing. ''