Sold

After a long, boring ride, Justan pulled into a long driveway. Or at least I thought it was a driveway, I couldn't see anything; No house, no store, parking lots, other cars. Nothing.

I had figured he would make me sit in the back. But, once again, I was wrong. Why was he being so nice to me? Was it a mind game? A joke? When was my pain going to come?

A hand patting my knee brought me from my short, limited thoughts, making me flinch. I looked down at the hand that was gently rubbing/patting my left thigh. I looked out of the side of my eye to see Justan's eyes were on the road, focusing on just that, as if he weren't even coming close to touching me. He cleared his throat, making me jump from the sudden noise. Which earned a chuckle from him that sent shivers down my spine.

My cheeks heated slightly as his hand slipped away and back to the steering wheel. "We're almost there." He said in that bored, silky voice I remember from the auction hall. Also earning another small jolt from me. He hadn't talked the whole time . Which seemed like forever. His voice just startled me now. It's not that I was jumpy or afraid. No, not at all. It's just been so quiet for so long.

I almost had the guts to ask where exactly we were going. But, that bravery faded quickly. I know this guy isn't all nice like he's putting himself out to be. I'm thinking he only wants in my pants. Most guys do, but I'm not completely sure why though. I don't find myself all that attractive. Honestly, I think I'm too skinny. Most people drone on and on about how fat they are, when they aren't even near being fat. I wish I was half as "fat” as most chicks I’ve seen out there.

Suddenly, the car pulled right up in front of a large house. I didn’t even notice it until the car was turned off. I wanted to say it was a castle. But I knew better. For 1, castles are extinct, no more made. For 2, I don’t think it’s that big. But it was a very large house. Maybe it could be passed off as a mansion.

My thoughts from earlier returned. What did he want with me? Was my dad just selling me off for a short while ... as a sex toy? I snorted inaudibly. Wouldn’t put it past him. I thought bitterly. My dad was - no. Is such a prick.

“Lillith. Let’s go.” Justan once again knocked me away from my thoughts. Was this his house? Did he live all alone? No wonder he wanted some company. I just followed behind him like a little losthungry puppy dog. Hearing my stomach growl was the last thing I wanted (or needed for that matter). Justan turned and face me with a questioning look.

“Hungry?” He asked, eying me. Wow, was that awkward or what? I just shook my head ‘no’ and at the same time, my stomach giggled and growled, making a very weird noise. A smirk formed in Justan’s nearly perfect face. “I’m thinking your stomach doesn’t agree with you.” I let out a deep sigh. He was right. I was starving. But, for all I knew, he would poison me. I just gave a shy smile as he turned back around and headed for the house.