I woke up with a throbbing headache.

I slowly opened my eyes and squinted them, getting comfortable with the lighting. When my eye sight was finally clear, I looked around to see myself in an unfamiliar room.

Shit, What happened?

"Ahhhh, I see you're awake darling." My body shivered at his voice and my eyes widened in fear.

"You ungrateful whore, did you not miss your father?" He suddenly yelled.

The hairs on my body stood and I hesitantly turned around to face him.

He was the same handsome guy I remember, I just wished his personality matched his great looks.

"Come give your father a hug." He said with wide open arms.

I didn't move.

He narrowed his eyes and gave me a threatening look, which made me slowly walk to him and he moved me to his chest roughly.

"Now be a good girl and listen to your father, clean up and get dressed, the clothes will be placed on that bed after you shower." He said sternly and pushed me away from him.

"B-but why?" He's making me turn into my stupid weak old self again.

"Guests." He said smirking, and he left the room but not before looking at me one last time and saying, "Some ladies will be here to do your makeup and hair. Oh, and do shave, everywhere!" My eyes widened.

I shivered in fear, and made my way to the huge bathroom connected to the room I was in.

After taking a long shower, trying to stall, I wrapped a fluffy maroon towel around my body and left the bathroom to see a blue bag placed on the bed.

Suddenly the door burst open, and two ladies came in with a rolling chair. "Quick, quick, there's not much time." They both screeched and pushed me on the chair. One started curling my hair and the other started on my makeup.

What the fuck is happening?

After almost half an hour, my hair and makeup was done and I couldn't lie, I looked really good, but why did I even need all this?

I opened the bag to find a black piece of material.

I had to wear that?

In the bag was also a pair of black high heels that looked very painful. I sighed and got dressed regretting I ever went to school.

I looked in the mirror and cringed, the dress was very tight and hugged every inch of my body. It was very revealing and I didn't like wearing it in this situation one bit.

I strapped the heels or sandals or whatever the hell they were, and got up to open the surprisingly unlocked door.

My dad glared at me but then looked me up and down with a smirk. "Perfect, now let's go." He said and roughly grabbed my arm.

"Behave, and keep your mouth shut unless a question is directed to you." Whispered my dad aggressively in my ear while tightening the hand that was around my shoulder, probably leaving a bruise there.

We entered a huge fancy looking room. And inside the room was a very wealthy looking man dressed in a fancy - probably expensive - black suit and he was sitting on a brown leather sofa, holding a cigarette in his left hand, and carrying a glass of wine in the other.

He looked familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"Ahh, Sophie." The strange man smiled, but it looked fake.

He stood up to shake my dad's hand, and brought my small hand to his face, to place a kiss on my knuckles which made me shudder in disgust.

"Lovely, just as you described, she's perfect! I can see why my son has agreed." He smirked a bit and my dad smirked back.

That's not creepy at all, I thought.

"Come here my dear son! I'm sure Jared here will let you have her for today, right Jared?" The man asked my father challengingly.

"Off course, Mr. Tucker!"

What is happening here?

Am I being sold to someone or something?

I started freaking out and thrashed against my dad's tight grip.

Suddenly my breath hitched, my mouth opened wide, and my eyes were popping out of their sockets.

Wesley Tucker, the jock who I sat next to the first day of school, was standing right in front of me, smirking evilly, with lust filled eyes looking me up from my head to my toes.