With one book already published, Mark is already well on his way to finishing his second book, which is scheduled for release in May 2020. Dealing with the heinous crime of child trafficking, he lifts the lid off the seedier side of life and reveals the underbelly of this pernicious trade. Another truly riveting read from this sensational new author.
Sitting on his bed, savoring a crystal snifter full of brandy, Christof opened his laptop, logging on to the Tor server. Once his encrypted email had been entered, he scrolled through the hundreds of ads, until he found the post that intrigued him the most.
Thin, petite, blonde, STD free, very submissive and verbal. Twelve years old.
Christof clicked on the post, waiting for the full advert to load. The photos that were included in the listing, not only intrigued him but also gave him immense levels of excitement. The girl was standing in line at the school cafeteria, ordering lunch. Her school uniform, while modest for academia standards, sent chills down his arm. The mystery as to what was hidden beneath her red-plaid skirt made him all the more fascinated. Licking his lips, he stared at the photo.
“You’ve no idea. You’ve no idea.” As he clicked the button to move to the next picture, he began to lose interest. The second photo was of the girl walking along the aisle of a grocery store. Nothing to excite, but merely to show the item for sale in its entirety. The third photo, showed the girl for sale sitting next to what Christof assumed was her friend, who he wished was included in the purchase. An African American female, who appeared to be the same age as the blonde girl, but with the look of an imported porcelain doll.
Realizing that he’d have to settle for the petite, blonde girl, he entered his opening bid. The auction had gone live four hours ago. Already, the bidding had reached $276,102. Unsure why she had received that much attention, he knew he had to get in on the action. Determined to win, he added an alert to notify him of future bids and entered $300,000.
Although he had the funds, he knew that he’d be required to use Bitcoin. With a confirmation message sent to his account, the notification was set. He sipped his brandy and thought about what he’d do if he ended up winning the auction. “What I’ll do to you. You’ll be shared with my friends and kept under lock and key. You’ll be mine, girl. JoJo will watch over you.”
When his laptop pinged, the anticipation surged through him as he opened the message. A man from Austria had outbid him. “Eurotrash. You can’t afford this. You have no idea of my capabilities.”
Entering a larger figure, this time far exceeding the European bidder. Bidding $425,000, he was way below his maximum of $1,000,000, but he was prepared to pay even more. Christof wanted her. He’d bought girls in the past, but there was something about this one that made him want to have her immediately. “The innocence”, he whispered to himself.
Moments later, he received a confirmation message that his bid had been accepted. Minimizing the screen, his previous browser page popped up revealing his latest newsletter that he’d been editing, aimed at the masses who subscribed.
Educated in the northeastern United States, he moved to the deep south in his early thirties. Settling in Houston, he began his work as an apprentice at a large, counseling firm. Working his way up the ranks, he became the leading clinical psychologist, specializing in addiction issues. A former addict himself, he had the “street cred” to fully immerse himself into the minds of his patients. Although he was a religious man, he didn’t attend church regularly.
His addiction wasn’t drugs or alcohol, but sex. In college, his fraternity brothers introduced him to the world of sadistic rape. Typically at a drunken party, the goal, at least for his brotherhood, was to claim as many girls as they could—he learned early on, the term “claim” meant sex.
With his desire for control, as well as pleasure, this wasn’t a difficult task for him to complete. Outranking his fellow brothers by nearly fifty percent, his numbers earned him the right to be president of their organization. With the premise of helping those who were less fortunate, his particular fraternity provided everyone well, particularly Christof.
Finding a lonely girl on campus, befriending her, and ultimately taking advantage of her was never a problem for him. The task became harder when he attempted to take control of older, more mentally mature women. With the power of street drugs, he quickly resolved that particular issue. His first true, sadistic encounter was a week before his college graduation. Meeting her at a bar, he knew she was the one. A graduate student, majoring in accounting, she had the brains of Einstein. Sadly, her knowledge didn’t include common sense. Easily purchasing a popular sedative in the right part of town, he’d slipped into Milly’s drink. She was tall, attractive, and according to what she told him, a virgin. Once the sedative had taken effect, he took her back to his apartment and began his attack.
Halfway through, she began to awaken, leaving Christof only one choice so he restrained her using a method that was similar to the photos he’d seen earlier on the Dark Web. The thought of tying women up, excited him so much that he only sought mates who were interested in this form of play. Unfortunately, they were few and far between, leaving him to purchase his fantasies. Quickly, he became a frequent shopper on the online trafficking auction.
A notification that the auction was soon to end interrupted his musings. Maximizing the screen, he could see the live updates as the clock ticked down. “This is it. You little minx, you’re about to be mine.”
11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…
It was over. A pop-up message alerted him that he’d been the highest bidder, and payment was remitted. Accessing his online bank, an account he kept specifically for the purchasing of his “play time”, he sent an electronic transfer of $425,000.
His heart raced faster and faster. He knew he’d need to make travel arrangements for his purchase. His warehouse was on the other side of town, where his assistant in these matters was ready and willing to handle anything he asked of her. His assistant, formerly a sex trade worker by choice, understood what the girls went through, what they felt, and what their owners needed. Playing devil’s advocate, she was constantly torn between the pain of the victim and the desire of the owner.