Hecate have mercy on me, I never thought I would say those words, ever. Hah, the things I do for money when I most need it, my family would be horrified, I have faint memories of aunt Kally and uncle Kalil saying shit about the Nguyen Russo, and about how horrible their business was. Well, I have no choice.
I was born a billionaire, sure, but right now, this is the only ticket for me to go from barely having enough to eat, even less work or to pay rent, to going back to what I was before. Even if I have barely no memories of the time I was rich, and it feels like a feverous dream-turned-nightmare, I'm not sure about what is true and what my 5-year-old PTSD little mind imagined to have lived. Either way, I won't be more greedy than I already am being, I never expected to gain this whopping amount of money, but if they want to buy me to sell me, then I have the right to ask for a bloody lot.
If they sell me for billions, it's only fair I get a part of those billions too, I am not slave to be sold off without taking one fourth of that money into my pocket. I could, yes, ask for 50%, what would they do about that? I'm being generous here, I'm jumping all of my morals, all of my integrity, all of my bloody principles to be in this, so they better reward me handsomely, because I'm being kind in allowing them to have 75% of the profit.
But the part of me that has grown used to being handled like shit, getting no money at all, starving and going on the favors of people who aren't even from my realm, because if I didn't I would be homeless and jobless for longer than one could imagine; this part that has had my pride beaten up couldn't ask for 50%. That part of me says I don't deserve it, says that I'm already having to move out from my realm which I had said I wouldn't do, and that I'll be married to a stranger from wherever realm and whatever background, who will think he owns me. It says I'll be probably sexually tortured and won't even get to use the money.
Which is valid and could be true, but it'll end up in me killing them.
Oh, I can totally see myself murdering my soon-to-be husband, after he acts on a fake belief of owning me. Ain't no fucking way I'm going into a fake-ass "honeymoon" after I'm sold off in marriage to this bastard, because if he thinks he will put his filthy micro cock on me anytime soon to force me to bear his children, he is goddess-damned wrong. That will make me snap and kill him for sure, which would actually be funny, because if I'm married to a billionaire and I kill them, per law, all that he has will be mine and I'll be even richer than this auction will make me already, which sounds wonderfully machiavelic and my family would he proud.
But I'll only murder him if he tries to force me on something. Now, if I do happen to be lucky, which I bloody doubt given my older-than-a-century unlucky streak, and the male who "buys" me is a nice one, who really wants a companion, maybe a fan of my bloodline, because those exist everywhere outside Crims'On, and who would try to win me over, maybe I'll think about getting physical. But I will only allow myself to do that, in this impossible scenario, if I'm sure he'll be a good father, and not just wants a child for power play.
I ain't never giving birth in that situation, and I can read right through this type of people, who are in for the power only, no matter how much they try to put up a fake act to try fooling me. I'm a descendant of the Goddess Hecate, I'm not fooled by males, no matter how physically pleasing they are, this is something that not even money will make me bend on. I am no whore to sell my body off.
Not judging the females who have no other choice but to do that, to be a sex worker, because I know better than judge anyone in need of money, given what I am putting myself through for money. But it's something I wouldn't do.
So, after I made the unbreakable promise in the name of the Styx, a sacred one to every living being in the nine realms, I watched unfazed as Justine and her mate Grégórí began to jump around and laugh, and scream, and cry with happiness, as they hugged each other. Then he held her bridal style and began to throw her up and catch her in his arms. Next thing she was wrapped around his body and they were kissing and giggling, now that I just guaranteed them their marriage.
"You better make me bridesmaid," I groaned, looking away. "Your fancy marriage will be a real one, I always wanted to watch a real marriage, and to eat the food from it. I've always wanted to make a wedding cake."
"You can do ours, fuck, yes, a wedding cake from a Mortimer, that sounds like a bloody fucking dream!" Grégórí beamed, hugging her tighter and she laughed with so much happiness it made me feel less bitter about this whole thing that I am hating to do. "We keep check on the auctioned Ladies for six months, to make sure they are being treated well and like they deserved, we can marry in five months, that way we'll still be checking up on you, and we can get you to come to us."
"Yes!" Justine beamed loudly like that happy golden dog that is famous in the Zekarr realm, a place of equally brighter people, it's disgusting. I can't help but to feel well for her, you could say I had a little soft spot for her, not so big, but a little one. "I want hot pink, white, and gold decorations, and a cake matching it. Ahhh, you know how much I love your strawberry, white chocolate, almond, and vanilla cake, you could do it like that, a four floors big cake and surprising me on the decoration, you can also make eatable pink roses, you know I love them. I can't wait to see you in something other than dark red and black, pink will look,"
"I ain't dressing pink," I scowled disgusted.