Survivor

Chapter 6

Julie's POV:

The man didn't appear to be too intimidating. He had some age on him, old enough to be my father's age for sure. He stood up, showing me that he was a little taller than what he looked when he was sitting in the chair. His legs were long but his torso wasn't. He looked okay, proportion-wise, but it was still enough for you to notice that he didn't fit the length of his legs quite right. Could just be the size of his beer belly that made him appear short-waisted. His hair was graying and he had definite age lines forming around his eyes and mouth.

"How old are you?" Was the first thing he asked me as he walked closer to me.

I looked quickly up at Dylan as if I was looking for help or the answer to Tony's question even though I knew that wasn't going to happen. I looked back at Tony quickly before I finally gave him an answer.

"!5," I told him and swallowed hard as his eyes started to travel over my body.

Even though I was fully clothed, I still felt really exposed under his eye. I felt as if he was undressing me and looking for anything that would tell him my true age. He didn't look as if he believed me at all but at the same time, he looked as if he thought it was possible that I could pull it off.

"No, you're not." He said as his eyes made their way back to my face.

"What? Why?" I asked him, feeling insulted which just made me cringe more knowing that the only reason why I was here was for him to sell me.

"Changing your hairstyle, makeup, and putting on a schoolgirl uniform doesn't change the maturity shown in your face and body." He told me and I felt shocked at how he could tell that.

Maybe it's from experience in looking at so many captives that he just knows how old someone is by looking at them.

"Have you started your period?" He asked me and I slowly nodded my head.

"Well, that's not going to work if you expect to pull off being a young teenager." He said.

"You will need to be put on the birth control shot to stop your period. At least long enough to make it look like your next period is your first." He said and I couldn't help but open my mouth in question.

"Why does it matter if I have started my period? Lots of girls at that age have." I told him feeling myself get angry.

"Because the people who will be looking at your profile don't want to deal with blood. If you're lucky, they won't kill you when your period starts back up and they will just sell you as damaged goods. You blow your teen cover before then, you might as well just kiss your life goodbye." He told me and turned his attention towards Dylan.

"Get her that shot immediately. Then get her photographed, a profile made up, and online before the auction in two days. That should give the shot a chance to kick in before she is delivered to the buyer." Tony told him and he just nodded.

"Yes, Sir," Dylan said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room.

"Now what?" I asked as he continued to pull me through the massive house.

"Now, you go up for auction." He said as if I had just asked him what his favorite color was.

"Am I really getting sold to some disgusting pig who wants to fondle me as he gets his jollies up?" I asked him and he just chuckled.

"If you're lucky, getting fondled will be the better option." He said and I felt my heart start to pick up speed.

"W...What do you mean?" I asked as I stuttered my words.

"A lot of them put their purchases into porn. Mostly pictures but some do home videos involving other purchases or themselves. Some like to just dress them up but there have been a few that have gotten pretty rough and their purchase was killed." He told me and I could feel the tears threaten the brim of my eyes.

"You have got to be joking!" I said to him and he stopped and looked down at me.

"I wish I was." He said and held his stare on me for a few seconds before he turned and pulled me into a room.

The room looked like a private doctor's office. I wasn't expecting this to be in the house. I was really hoping he was going to have to drive me somewhere and that I might have had a chance to escape.

It was rather small but had everything that it would need for the basic things. He walked me over to the hospital bed and I sat on it. Not once did he let go of my arm and the amount of tugging and pulling mixed with the tightness of his grip, I wouldn't be surprised if my arm comes out of this all bruised up. It was even starting to hurt a little as he pulled me around the house to this room.

"Good afternoon, Dylan." The doctor said as he walked into the room.

"What is the boss wanting to be done with this one this time?" He asked, alerting me that this isn't uncommon, as he walked over and took a look at me.

"He wants the birth control shot," Dylan told him and he nodded as he walked over to the drawer to pull everything out that he would need.

"Why is he wanting her on birth control? He doesn't normally protect his product from pregnancy. The sale is as is." The doctor asked as he ripped open the package that held the needle.

"He wants to stop her period to help pass her on as a young teenager," Dylan told him and the doctor looks over at him in shock.

"He's going to lie about her age for higher profits? The sale could be voided and she could be returned with a full r****d if the seller finds out. By then, everyone who bids at these auctions will know that she's damaged goods and his reputation as a seller will be ruined." The doctor said.

"I think he feels that she could easily pass as a young teenager but we have to stop the period," Dylan told him.

"This is only going to stop it for three to four months." The doctor informed us.

"He knows. It should be fine because she's at that age where periods will be more common." Dylan said.

They were both speaking as if I wasn't here at all or that I couldn't understand a word that they were saying. They both were just sick and needed to be shot and thrown in the river for crocodiles to chew on them.

"This shot needs to go into your hip." The doctor told me.

"Does he have to be in here?" I asked, feeling shy about another man seeing me.

Or maybe just the thought of Dylan seeing more skin creeped me out more than I already was. I didn't really want to show up in his fantasies as he jerked himself off in the shower.

"Yes, I have to stay with you. You could try to escape." Dylan said and I glared at him.

"Seriously? Where the f**k am I going to go? There's security all over the place and not a single person in this house would have any intentions of helping me." I snapped at him and he just chuckled.

"Because it's happened before, with a different collector, who is now six feet under," Dylan replied.

"Oh," I said when I realized the reason why he was going to do all that he could to prevent me from escaping, his own life depended on me getting sold in that auction.

Feeling defeated, I laid back on the bed on my hip and took my hand, and lifted my skirt, exposing my bottom half to both the doctor and Dylan. Thank goodness I had underwear on but it's not like it was much, after all, it was just a black thong that was constantly riding up my ass. I couldn't stop myself from glancing at Dylan, almost in curiosity, to see if he was checking me out. He is, after all, a man.

Just as I had thought, he was looking at me but he seemed to have sensed that I was looking at him. His eyes darted from looking at my exposed hip and thigh to looking at my eyes. We held a stare for just a moment before I looked away and took a deep breath. That was just awkward and I hope he doesn't think I like him because we held eye contact together.

The doctor took some alcohol and rubbed it on the fattier part of my hip, towards my right butt cheek. I heard him pull the needle out of the package and before I had a chance to prepare myself for the pain of the shot, the needle was jabbed into my skin.

I closed my eyes tightly during the pain. It didn't last for too long and the needle was pulled out. I felt the doctor place a bandaid on my hip. I felt my skirt get lowered, thinking it was the doctor but when I opened my eyes, I saw Dylan adjusting my skirt to cover me back up.

Is he showing me a form of affection? Is it possible that he feels something for me? What if I were to try to seduce him, would that be my way out of here? Just thinking about touching him in any way was turning my stomach but I have to do whatever it is I need to do in order to survive, even if that means making out with a man that causes me to feel bile in the back of my throat.

"Thank you, Doctor," Dylan said as he pulled on my arm to pull me up and off of the bed.

"Where are you taking me now?" I asked him as he pulled on me through the mansion that doesn't look anything like a place to live.

"Now, you need your profile created." He said as we started to head up a set of stairs that didn't appear to be the main set of stairs.

We got up to the next floor and he took me through a sitting room before we entered another hallway. The house was more than big enough to get lost in but I did everything that I could to make sure I memorized every room we went through and every turn and hallway.

Once we got to the room he wanted, he unlocked the door and opened it. When we walked in, I saw a photoshoot set up with a white backdrop, lights, a camera, and a desk with a computer. He turned and locked the door before walking me over to the backdrop.

"No point in trying to escape, the door is locked and I have the key." He said when he noticed that I was looking in the direction of the only door in the room.

"I, ah, wasn't planning on it," I told him, trying to sound convincing but the look on his face told me that he didn't believe me.

"I'm going to take a few pictures just to be sure I have one that I like and then I will measure your height and weight for the profile." He told me as he positioned me in front of the camera.

I looked up at him as he stood in front of me, taking in all of his features as if I was interested in him and his gaze fell back on me. Just as I thought, he held his eyes on me longer than just a quick glance. I parted my lips in seduction and ran my tongue over my bottom lip before biting it softly. I saw his adam's apple move as he swallowed, telling me that I was getting to him.

He may not be into younger girls but he also knows that I'm not as young as I am trying to come across as. I wonder how many he actually brings in that are my age or older or if he's used to bringing in the younger ones. Maybe I'm the first of my age and he's having a harder time with it than he thought he would, allowing his desires and lust to take over.

"This...." He started to say before he cleared his throat to continue.

"Should work." He said, breaking the silence and turning from me to walk over behind the camera.

I may not be able to see his expression anymore to know if what I am doing is working but I still know that he is looking at me. Possibly zooming in on me. I took this as an opportunity to try to seduce him through the camera. I ran my hand down the front of my body to the bottom of my skirt and pulled it up as my hand came back up. I continued to pull my skirt up until I was sure that the skimp thong was visible and my entire thigh was now on display.

The straps of the thong were high, giving the illusion of my legs being longer than they are and making them more seductive. After a few seconds of holding my skirt up, I released it to continue my hand the rest of the way up. I hooked the bottom of the button-down shirt, exposing my stomach to him as my fingers slid through the gap between buttons to my squished breast.

I released the shirt and pulled my fingers out of inside. I slowly started to undo the first button at the top of my shirt when he pulled away from the camera and started to walk towards me. He didn't appear to be angry, in fact, he looked really aroused.

"What are you doing?" He asked when he got close to me and I looked up at him.

"Can't you tell, I find you attractive," I said softly and moved my hand to the next button of my shirt.

His eyes glanced down and watched me as I undid the next few buttons. More than enough for him to see my breasts if it wasn't for the fact that there was a wrap pushing them down.

His hand came up and grabbed my wrist to stop me from unbuttoning any more of the buttons. He moved my hand away and took the liberty of sliding the blazer off of both of my shoulders, causing it to fall to the floor below us.

"Is this what you are hoping for?" He asked me and his eyes looked back at mine.

"Yes," I said softly and hopefully convincing.

He took his hand and slid it inside of my shirt that was more than halfway open, and placed it over my breast. I gasped when he gave it a strong squeeze, purposely letting out a soft moan and softly closing my eyes. He slammed his lips into mine and I instinctively put my arms around his neck to pull him in for a deeper kiss. By this time his other hand was on my waist, rubbing it with his thumb.

My plan was working, now it was just a matter of getting that key and getting away from him. Our kiss started to get very heated and he pushed me into the backdrop, hitting my back on the wall behind. I heard him moan in his throat, telling me that he was really starting to lose control and that's what I wanted. I wanted him so excited, so aroused that he wouldn't be thinking about anything other than f*****g me.

I slid my hand down the front of his body till my hand got to the front of his jeans and I squeezed, feeling the hardening of his erection through his jeans.

"s**t," He mumbled as he grabbed my ass and lifted me up off of the floor.

I gave him an assuring giggle to let him know that I was still in this with him as he walked over to a leather couch and laid me down on it with his body over mine. I felt his hand slide down my leg till he got to my calf and he lifted it till it was beside his body.

I decided to make it more difficult on him to try to catch me if I were to manage to get out of this room, that it would be harder for him to do so if his jeans were pulled partway down.

"Finally, I get you alone," I whispered and grabbed the button of his jeans and opened them.

Seducing a man isn't exactly new to me, which is why Kayla always called me a w***e. It was just my way of trying to secure my future of being taken care of. That doesn't mean I was f*****g anything with a c**k like her and my parents thought.

I slid my hand around his waist and pulled them down, exposing him in his underwear. Of course, I didn't forget about the fact that if I don't get that key, I could potentially be losing my virginity to him but if I can at least get that key even after the fact, then at least losing my virtue won't be in vain.

He started to kiss my neck and I couldn't help but feel the tingling sensation in my skin as my own body started to heat up in arousal. I wasn't trying to get excited but it was hard not to. He was a very attractive man, regardless.

I decided to speed this up and moved my hand around to the front and grabbed his c**k that was trying to push its way out as my other hand carefully felt the pocket for the key. He let out a moan and before I had a chance for anything else he grabbed both of my wrists and pushed them above my head. It happened so quickly, he had my skirt pulled up, his underwear pulled down, and rubbing the tip of his c**k along my folds where the thong went over.

I opened my eyes wide and looked at him as he gave me a smirk.

"You think I don't know what you're trying to do? I knew you weren't doing this because you wanted to be f****d, but because of the key." He said.

The moment I knew my plan was exposed, I felt my lip start to tremble in defeat.

"Don't worry, I will make sure to f**k you so hard that you won't ever forget."