Sell her in to slavery

The kidnapper laughs. "You're not even wearing panties? Guess you're not a virgin. Fuck."

I look at him, hoping that he'll pounce on me and have his way with me. "Please, don't **** me!" I yell, feigning terror and hatred as best I can.

"**** you? Why would I do that? That reduces your price as a ****."

What? What did you say? I ask, starting to realize what trouble I am in, "Are... are you selling me?"

He laughs again. "Haha, of course I am. There's a lot of rich men and ladies that will pay good many for a hump of flesh they can fuck... or worse." He crawls in to the driver's seat and starts the engine.

Okay. This isn't funny anymore. I want out. Right? If he actually sells me, I'll spend the rest of my life as a ****!