Allison Ortiz was a sweet, innocent girl. She went to church, she loved her family, and she’d bend over backward for anyone that she loved. Even if that meant agreeing to her father’s wicked and sinister idea, auctioning off her and her virginity to the highest bidder. Her father had just lost his job, he was scared of losing everything he had built, and she would do anything to save her family. 

So here she stands, a mere seventeen and standing in a house she doesn’t know, that belongs to a man she’s never even seen before. She’s all bony legs and soft curves, curves you don’t usually see on a girl as young as she is. Alli is wearing her school uniform, her dad told her the man who now owns her might like it better if she looked like some sort of fantasy. Her white socks are pulled up to just under her knee, she’s wearing loafers that she absolutely hates but it’s part of her Catholic school dress code. Her collard shirt is tucked in and her dark hair is pulled back into a loose, messy bun, a few loose tendrils falling into her sweet face. 

She sets her bags down on the floor next to her, standing a bit awkwardly in the foyer of what is to be her new home, waiting for this man to make an appearance and introduce himself. Or at least show her to her new room.