So I sold myself online.
More specifically I sold myself on the dark web. I advertised: young attractive female selling herself for $500,000. Use for torture, medical & psychological experimentation or any other reason. No need to return alive, no limits. Payment details below: half to immediate family, half to a close friend. Best offer & description of the torture process will get drop point details.
Why? I've always been obsessed with pain and torture from a very young age, the perfect little masochist. There was something darker within me that wanted to express itself too... Something I'd been pushing down ever since I can remember. A sadistic pull, dark and delicious. So I had decided if I ever felt like finally giving in to my secret desire for pain, I'd sell myself for the experience. I honestly had no idea what I was getting into yet, but there was no doubt in my mind. This was something I'd been planning for a while now and the time was ripe. It felt right to end this chapter now, to have this profound experience.
All in all my life wasn't too bad, I had a decent job, good friends, and I'd patched up my relationship with my parents. I'd had some fun times in the BDSM community, dated some, even had a D/s & M/s dynamic with a few partners. I was 25, attractive and decently fit. I had a unique style of clothing, sometimes hippy lounge wear, sometimes tight dark 'dommy' outfits accenting my ample breasts and ass. I had a well rounded personality and style. On the outside, I was completely within the range of 'normality', even looked up to as being expressive and authentic despite the darkness I hid within me.
So really there was no outside reason for me to go to something so extreme. Maybe it's a chemical thing, or a biological defect. Perhaps some subconscious trauma I'd left unhealed. Perhaps past life unresolved. And maybe, just maybe it was a calling for my soul. It was a strange, subtle draw pulling at my heart. A gut feeling that just felt so right. Throughout my whole body, it felt like coming home.
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I'd set everything up in advance. I'd written notes to my family and friends to be delivered the day after I was taken. I'd set up accounts in my family and friends names to wire money paks to, all detailed in the letters. Half was to be wired as we talked on the phone, with me about a mile from the drop point in my locked car. The other half when I was visible. I'd recently bought my first firearm at a gun show as a precaution, even though I knew it would do little good if things went south. I'd even been to the range a few times to break it in. Thankfully I was a pretty decent shot already having been raised hunting and taking frequent trips to the range with my dad.
Once the first half was wired, I would meet them 30-40 feet from the drop point. Upon notification of payment for the second half, I'd throw my gun and surrender.
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Everything went according to plan. I'd gotten a few offers, some were pretty basic, just wanting to fuck me. A couple even offered to let me go afterwards. They obviously didn't understand how serious I was. Between the three substantial ones I chose the most detailed. It included all manners of physical torture and deprivation, emotional and verbal abuse, and psychological training and torment. It all seemed normal, or at least within the realm I was expecting.
The handoff went well too. Half the money cleared into the accounts before I went to meet with them. Their online name was 'Satan'sSons' so I assumed it was some sort of group. The more the merrier as far as I'm concerned.
It was late at night when I left my apartment for the last time. I kept driving past lines of trees for what seemed like hours into the middle of nowhere, each mile I grew more and more excited and nervous in anticipation. I drove the last few miles without headlights and parked in the grass behind a grove of trees. I locked the car, heart pounding. Now that it was happening I really started to feel the nerves creep up into my belly. I waited. In the distance a car approached and flashes its headlights at me. I flashed back. 2:30 am on the dot I checked the accounts and sure enough, everything was there. This was it. I locked down the accounts with a security encryption, the only passcodes in the letters I'd sent this morning. So I stepped out of the car, hands up and tossed the gun towards them. Dropping my phone on the ground I smashed it under my heel and broke it clean in half with my hands for good measure.
I started walking towards the car, hands up. Before I could make it more than a few feet I sensed someone behind me and stopped. I felt the energy of his presence before his forearm snaked around my neck. It felt dark and cunning, burning underneath a stone cold exterior with raw primal instinct. Every move was measured. His forearm, strong and muscled, tightened around my throat cutting my breath to a muffled wheeze. The pressure began to build behind my eyes as blood flow was cut off. I felt a small, cold, hollow circle press into my left temple. A gun. I could feel his hot breath tickling my ear. I flinched. His arm gripped tighter and I heard a soft, sinister chuckle.
