Pay attention to the story codes in the later chapters and if you want to skip ch11 it doesn’t effect the plot just know she saw the gates of hell open.
Brooklyn was sitting at the table quieter than all her friends with a sly smile on her face. As the last day of school drew closer and her friends talked about their plans for the summer and their hopes for the next year. She just played along and gave generic answers, she didn’t need to make plans for next year, she already had the rest of her life planned out. There was something none of her friends knew. She had a boyfriend and not just any old chump like the boys at her school, she had a real man. He was a photography 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 amazing and so moody. Clicking through to his profile she saw his art and it was beautiful. When she saw a post asking for models she started to picture herself in those photos. After sending a friend request he messaged her and they started talking. When it came time to meet and take some test shots she lied and said she was 18, it was silly to make her wait another six months when she could be a model now, and it gave her an excuse to be near him. She was shy at first but they really hit it off that first day. After the test shots were done, they went out for a coffee and talked for hours. He told her about his plans to move to Paris and become a professional photographer working for a fashion house to support his art projects. After a lot more talking online they had a few more dates. They couldn’t see each other as much as she wanted because she knew her Dad wouldn’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 ones that wanted more than to look. She both hated and loved it. But She felt safe with Zack, he didn’t ask her for nudes or make sex “jokes” with her, he loved her not her body.
As the year had drawn to a close Zack told her he was going to be moving to Paris in the summer as he had an internship. She begged him to let her come with him, and he agreed. She had to tell him the truth about her age, she would turn eighteen before they left but wouldn’t have a passport. He was angry at first but told her he knew a few people who might be able to help. After they made up he had asked her to help with his final project, he had to do a “glamour shoot” sort of sexy but nothing nude. He wanted to do a beach theme and shoot her in a bikini. She felt safe with him, he had always said he was happy to wait for the right time, Paris would be the right time she thought to herself. The shoot was fun, if a little embarrassing. She hadn’t done anything like this before, once after she asked Zack if he wanted to sleep with her and he said he wanted to wait, she had done a sexy little dance for him and taken her top off but there hadn’t been any cameras. She had tried to think of all the sexy magazine photos of girls 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 school ended she packed her bag and left a note for her parents, they’d be sad at first but they’d be happy for her once Zack was a famous photographer and her a model. Besides, she was eighteen now, an adult. She had to catch a bus out to a park on the north of the city where Zack would pick her up and they’d drive to pick up her fake passport. It was so exciting. She had dressed up for him in that plaid skirt he liked, coming down to just above her knees, long white socks, Mary Janes and her favourite shirt, it was so pretty with little flowers embroidered on it. Stood there waiting for him in the car park next to her bags she was so hopeful 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 city and passed a few small towns. She had wanted to stop a few times for food but Zack had wanted to get there as soon as possible, he had some bottled water for her though. Just after it started to turn dark he had pulled up to a public loo and got out to stretch 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 house she woke up, it was dark and they had been driving for hours. It was so remote but she thought, the sort of people that make fake passports must like it that way. Opening the car door he told her to leave her bag as she won’t need it. The house was huge and looked like some sort of luxury lodge, not what she imagined the hideaway of a forger would have 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 lounge an older man in his 50’s well dressed with a large 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, wasn’t he paying, she thought. Putting down the whisky and holding the cigar in his mouth the man lurched his way up and picked up a small leather bag handing it to Zack.
“$200,000 as agreed. She is still intact?”
“Yes she clearly knows what she’s for as you saw with the photos and video so I don’t think she’ll take much convincing.”
Confusion swirled in her head as she tried to understand what they were saying.
“What’s going on Zack?”
He let out a small laugh and looked down at her, “We aren’t going to Paris. Well you might be, I don’t really care what happens to you after I leave.”
Lifting her chin to look her in the eyes “I’ve just sold you to this man. I have kidnapped you. I used all those pictures I’ve taken of you to put you up for sale on the internet. With you being a virgin and so willing to leave I was able to sell you for a lot”.
All the breath 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 wouldn’t take her though any airports soon but I don’t think they’ll look too hard. She left a note and will just be another runaway, as planned.”
“Well thank you very much, let me know when you have any new stock.”
And with that he turned around and left. She was in shock and didn’t even feel time 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 floor in front of him. She felt empty like she had just been punched in the belly.
“Come here.”
Slowly she walked over.
“Now I’ve paid a lot of money to have 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 care for you, or I can use you in a single sitting like some great meal. The last choice you will ever make is how useful you will be for me. You exist now only for my pleasure and I will take it from you.”
She looked back toward the hall and thought about how long they had driven to get here and she didn’t even see the way they took. She could hear Zack driving off getting quieter and more distant.
“Even if you do escape, remember I have those photos and they’ll be all over the internet before you get back. And thanks to your note everyone will know you left willingly. Now if you’re going to be a good little girl and do as you are told, kneel in front of your owner. But if you need to be taught your place, stay standing.”