Mr. Young's Proposal

You were startled by the sound of metal on metal as one of the officers banged against the iron bars. Seeing into the dark corridor beyond your confinment you could see me was in fact not alone. Next to him was a man and a woman both looking at you. At first you thought they were lawyers based on how they were dressed but something seemed off.

The man wearing a full suit stared at you brazenly. His blue eyes showed a calmness but underneath you got he sense he had malicious intentions. He had to be in his early 40s with a salt and pepper beard coming in and a black set of hair cut short. He did at least 6 feet and boasted broad shoulders.

The woman with him scowled at you through her thin framed glasses. Compared to him she was incredibly lean. She had a professional aura to her with a stick straight posture and condescending demeanor. Her hair was in a messy bun with a single stand falling in her face. In her one arm she cradled a tablet. What most drew my attention though was her outfit.

At first glance it looked like a business suit. Even from a distance I could tell it was made with quality materials and was likely a custom order. The only thing was it was quite risqué with an **** v neck exposing the sides of her ample breasts. The suit ended on her upper thigh. If not for her impeccable posture she surely would have been flashing the cop behind her.

"That will do officer... Johnson give us some time alone with her and if it would be so kind as to turn off the cameras" The Woman said with an air of authority despite the fact he was taking to a cop in the middle of a police station. She removed what look like a few 100s from his pocket and slipped then into his pocket. The man simply started at me looking me up and down.

"You got it take your time" the cop said with a wicked smile and scurried out of the room. I looked up at the corner to see a camera pointed my direction. After a few minutes the red light on it went out signifying it has been turned off. I stepped away from bars nervously just what kind of pull do these people have. The line me up and down.

"She certainly has the assets" the woman pointed out and the man next to her nodded in agreement tapping a few things on her tablet.

"You can call me Nicole and this is my employer Mr. Young for, Anna correct? You seem to have gotten yourself in write the predicament haven't you" her tone was deep and to the point.

"What do you want?" I ask my voice shaking as I spoke.

"Mr. Young has taken an interestin your case and would like to give you the opportunity to completely scrub your record clean" Nicole didn't sound like she was lying but it sounded to good to be true.

"What's the catch?" I ask pessimistic about the offer. Both Mr. Young and Nicole next to him give each other knowing looks.

"Well of course this favor would cost Mr. Young here a great deal Anna, as a way of repayment all he asks is that you come and work on my estate until your debt to him is paid after that your free to go as you please all I need is your signature and I'll handle the rest" This was way too convenient. The woman then turned the tablet my direction and in the screen was an extensive contact at the top it read "Contract of Voluntary Servitude"

It was easy to tell it was a **** contract or volentary servitude contract as the government called them. Essentially the signers give up some of their human rights temporarily and is put under the responsibility and authority of another. You hear horror stories of woman who got in too much debt and were offered this kind of out only to spend weeks or even months at the mercy of another.

Of course certain responsibilities of the owner were required as well. You needed to both house and feed your ****, ensure they are in good health and hygiene, but aside from a few basic need things the owner could do anything.

You look at both of them bewildered. We're they serious surely they couldn't expect you to sign this. A flurry of thoughts and emotions hit you like a bus. On one hand you have no idea what Mr. Young's intentions with you are, but on the other you are facing serious charges and who knows how it will turn out. As if reading your mind Nicole speaks again.

"To help you decide you should know a **** possession charge is 5 years, but in your case given the volume you had in your possession you will likely face a possession with intent to sell charge which is minimum 15 years but could be as high as 25 but sign here and work hard you'll be out in no time" God 25 years my entire life would be gone.

I looked down at the concrete floor defeated. This was no longer an option I couldn't risk that sentence.

"I'll sign just please get me out of here" I say my eyes watering as I approach the bars one again and reach for the pen attached to the tablet, but just as I was about to grab it Nicole snatched it out of reach.

"Do you want me to sign or not?" I yell angry and confused. We're they just messing with me? Had this all been some kind of elaborate joke. The woman's eyes flashes red with anger and she stepped forward to say something but an outstretched arm from Mr. Young stopped her and she composed herself again.

"Now now Anna no need to raise your voice before we finalize everything Mr. Young prefers to get a full picture of what he is buying" she talked to like you were an object to be purchased and honestly he wasn't far off.

"Just tell me what you want!" I was breaking down at this point, struggling to keep my composure.

"Oh my dear its simple I'll give a few instructions and if you follow them you will get the opportunity to sign" Mr. Young smiles all showing little to no emotion whatsoever.

"Okay..." I say taking a few deep breaths and then the first instruction comes.