The Deal – Pt. 1

This is a story about a young child in the hands of a very horny couple. If you don’t like it to read it, then don’t. But I believe that, as long as it’s only in our imagination, anything goes. We all like to watch movies or read books about things we dislike in real life (like murder). I know it’s only fiction, and it MUST remain fiction.

I strongly despise this kind of thing in real life.
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Even today, after all those years, I remember clearly my first day after I moved in with uncle Carl and aunt Helen. A part of me was sad ’cause I knew I’d probably never see my old friends from my school again, and even sadder because my parents did something and I couldn’t live with them anymore. No, I don’t know what they did, I just know they had to flee the country and told me I’d live with my uncle, because they couldn’t take me with them. I remember crying and asking questions that night, but they said they couldn’t tell me anything else, and promised they’d return soon (a promise they never fulfilled, by the way). I’ve never asked again anything about them, or what they did.

You see, in my young mind, it wasn’t really a bad thing to live with uncle. My parents were poor, always struggling to make ends meet. But not uncle Carl, my mother’s brother. Definitely not.

Their mansion was huge. The idea I’d live there, all that luxury, his pool and several other things I could only imagine because my mother and my uncle weren’t really close (and today, I have a pretty good idea why) kindled some sparks on my 6 years old mind. I’d live there, I’d live like a princess. Well, not really, but I couldn’t have known that back then.

Truth is, as I discovered many years later, a deal was made. My uncle would help my parents flee, and in exchange, I would belong to him. Yes, that’s what you read. I was… kind of sold by my parents.

My first days there were great.