Seattle

Seattle, Washington

Alex Rivera, known online as RavenX9, paced nervously in the basement of his nondescript suburban house. Four large, reinforced shipping crates had just been delivered by a private courier service that had asked no questions. The crates now sat in the center of his converted “playroom” — a soundproofed, climate-controlled space he had prepared specifically for this moment.

With trembling hands, he pried open the first crate. Brooke Callahan stood inside. The athletic eighteen year-old with wavy chestnut hair and bright hazel eyes looked exactly as she had in the auction photos, full of life and energy even in stillness. Alex carefully lifted her out and stood her upright in the center of the room. He posed her with one leg slightly forward, as if she had just walked into his life, and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face.

“God… you’re even prettier in person,” he whispered into Brooke’s unhearing ear. The girl didn’t seem to mind, even as this stranger’s crotch poked into her behind. He grabbed her breasts from behind, while nuzzling the nape of her neck. Brooke didn’t mind.

The second crate contained Zara Khalid. The Pakistani American girl with long straight black hair and striking features was lifted out next. Alex positioned her standing gracefully beside Brooke, one hand lightly resting on her hip, head tilted with quiet poise.

“You’re stunning,” he murmured, running his fingers along her smooth brown skin and elegant neckline.

Getting down on one knee, Alex inserts a finger into the frozen girl’s delicate folds, and begins to spread them. He then leans in and begins to lick it, causing Zara’s stiff body to wobble in place from the intrusion.

After getting his fill, he stands up and taps Zara on the nose. “Absolutely delicious.” Zara simply stares ahead blankly.

The third crate held Riley Morgan. The goth girl with black-and-purple hair, pale skin, and retained her multiple piercings. She was posed with a slight slouch and one hand on her hip — capturing her alternative, defiant attitude perfectly. Alex adjusted her head, so she appeared to be giving him a cool, sideways glance.

“Fuck, you look dangerous,” he said with a dark grin. “I love it.”

Finally, he opened the last crate and lifted out Diego Morales — the lean, handsome Latino boy with messy dark curls and sharp features. Alex stood him next to the girls, positioning one of Diego’s arms slightly around Riley’s waist in a casual stance.

Alex stepped back and stared at the four frozen teenagers arranged in his basement. He spent the next hour obsessively adjusting their poses.

He turned Brooke so she appeared to be walking toward him. He positioned Zara in a more regal stance, head high and elegant. He gave Riley a defiant, arms-crossed pose with a slight smirk. Diego was arranged with a casual lean against the wall, one hand prone against his side.

Once satisfied, Alex walked slowly around the four figures, touching them freely — running his hands over Brooke’s toned legs, Zara’s smooth skin, Riley’s pale curves, and Diego’s lean torso.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here,” he said aloud, voice filled with awe and dark excitement. “Four real, living statues. Mine. All mine.”

He stopped in front of Brooke and gently cupped her face, then leaned in and kissed her still lips.

“Welcome to your new home, Brooke.”

He moved to each of them, whispering personal greetings and running his hands over their bodies so as to claim ownership.

Alex finally stepped back, breathing heavily, and looked at his new collection with pure possessive delight.

The auction had been worth every Bitcoin.

Now the real fun could begin.