Important note: Pretend people become adults in this world at 21, but in our society it's still 18. Bear with it so I can justify this fantasy at least somewhat without the whole "She's an adult and this can't happen!" coming up...
With that, on to the story.
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"Give me your daughter," The woman said with a feral smile to the trembling man in front of her, as she sat on his couch, wearing a fancy blouse and plaid skirt, with only a chemise on underneath. She figured that it'd come in handy later to not be hampered, but that was for later.
"What.. My daughter?" Mark Saulsky said with a strange tone. The woman in front of him was the one that was currently causing pretty much all his problems in life; the one that owned almost a hundred thousand dollars of debt he owed. Her name was Amy Peterson, and she had come to him today to make him a big offer that could rid him of his debt."What's the catch?" He said suspiciously. He really didn't value his 18 year old girl to be worth that much money.
"Other than not getting her back, nothing." She said with a smile.
"Is that really all?" He said, still suspecting her of trickery of some sort. Mark really could care less about Lizzie, she was just a burden to him at this point. They talked sometimes, but it didn't have much substance. If giving her to this woman would solve all his problems with debt, then he'd do it in a heartbeat.
You see, Mark was a single-father who had a gambling addiction that manifested after his wife died giving birth. He was currently 47, and looked like a typical balding old man-- his dull brown eyes spoke nothing of depth or life, only an uncaring routine expression that spoke of a man that no longer cared for anything.
"Yep, that's it." Amy replied with a smirk. She'd pegged this guy spot-on, neglectful scumbag who'd sell his own daughter out. Of course, she didn't really plan on doing anything horrible to the daughter. Maybe at first she'd think it's horrible, but eventually she knew the girl would come around. The neglected type usually crave attention however they can get it, and that's just a sad fact of life. Overall, Lizzie's life would be improving.
She'd definitely give the girl the attention her father never provided, and she'd be damned if Lizzie didn't like it!
"Well... Consider it a deal then." Mark said. "I'll be right back," Mark said, walking into the hallway towards Lizzie's room, where most likely she was doing her homework or studying for an exam. She really was a hard worker-- 4.0 student, helpful towards teachers and peers whenever they needed it. The one person she tried to impress the most, however, really just didn't care.
Mark knocked on the door. "Lizzie, come out here. Bring your school stuff," Mark looked back at Amy, who nodded.
A few seconds later, the door opened and out walked a stunningly beautiful teenage girl. She was 18 years old, with gorgeous flaxen hair that came down to her shoulders, with a beautiful fit body and smooth creamy skin. Amy noted how the girl's breasts had pretty much finished filling out, and were sitting somewhere in the C range, but it was hard to tell the specifics. Her green eyes lit up the entire room, as did her wide smile. Unfortunately, the latter wouldn't last."Yes daddy?" Lizzie asked with a hopeful gleam in her eyes. Her father never asked her for anything, and she was hoping she'd finally been noticed by him again.
"You're gonna to be going with that woman, Amy." Mark said, walking back over to the couch that Amy wasn't on at the moment, in front of the TV.
"Wait... what? Daddy what do you mean...?" Lizzie asked, clearly confused.
"You heard me girl, you're her problem now." He said, grabbing a beer from the mini fridge he kept next to the couch.
"What? Daddy what do you mean!? Daddy please, no!" Lizzie's eyes teared up as sobs started wracking her body.
"It's okay Lizzie... I promise, I'll take good care of you!" Amy said with a warm smile.
"I don't care! I don't want to go with you! Daddy please don't do this to me!" Lizzie pleaded.
"Shut up girl, I don't fucking care what happens to you, giving you to her just cleared me of all my debt. You're worth nothing to me, nevermind a hundred thousand dollars. She can chain you up in her basement for all I care, you're hers now and you WILL go with her." Mark said from the couch, not even sparing a glance at his daughter.
Lizzie sat there in shock, processing what had just been said to her. Tears were free-falling down her face and her eyes were red. Numbly, she picked up her backpack and walked out the door to the foreign car in the driveway, and got inside the passenger's seat without being prompted, before shoving her face into her hands and trembling.
"Well, cya later Mark. Or, I guess not now." Amy smiled and walked out.
"Good riddance to both of them," Mark said, taking another drink of his beer.
Out in the car, Amy got into the Driver's seat and sat down, putting her arm around the crying girl in attempted comfort, which provoked no reaction from her. She decided to just let the girl cry it out in silence, gently rubbing circles on her back.
"Why...?" Lizzie eventually choked out.
"Why what, dear?" Amy asked, knowing the answer already.
"Why would you do this to me?" She replied.
Amy chuckled. "In due time, I'm sure you'll realize why I did it honey."
"Really? Because I couldn't ever think of a reason why buying a daughter from her family would be okay!" Lizzie shouted.
"Oh please, you really call that a family? You and him were family only in blood. Why else would he sell his own daughter? Because he didn't care about you." Amy softened her voice. "I can take care of you like he wouldn't, Liz, and I know that you'll realize it soon." She said with a gentle smile as she started the car up.
Amy didn't get a response to that question as the younger girl kept crying. Lizzie was feeling sad, angry, and depressed all at once. She realized what the woman said was true; her dad didn't love her, and never would or had. That didn't mean she wanted to be bought off though!
That was the main, and only reason why she didn't like this woman. She did note that she looked to be in her late 20s though. She really seemed beautiful-- with long black hair that flowed just past her shoulders, and smooth creamy skin that wasn't really pale, but certainly not tan by any means. Her eyes were a deep ocean-blue color, and in another time and place, Lizzie would have called them dazzlingly pretty.
