I needed to keep Amy on a short leash right now. She found my pictures, and she immediately thought the worst of them instead of trying to understand them. I knew she thought lesser of me for having them. But it was my little fantasy and when did a little fantasy ever hurt anyone?

Through my encouragement, Amy continued working on a book she had started and stopped a few times this past summer. I thought it would be good for her to focus on that, rather than obsess over my pictures.

While she was working on the book, I began searching online for quick ways to earn money. Most of the searches returned results that I was familiar with or already tried, and then there was one that seemed absurd: selling someone.

I narrowed my eyes at it and glanced over my shoulder to glance at Amy. She sat at the desk on the opposite side of the room typing away as fast as her little fingers could go. So I could see Amy, I unplugged my laptop and sat down in the big recliner in the room then clicked on the link. I immediately got a notification that the link was broken and frowned at the screen. I checked my computer to make sure that I had my IP address blocker on before continuing.

I thought for a few minutes and then searched for “selling women from the United States to other countries.” This time I got a handful of hits and most made mention of a special portal where most of this information was housed, including sale ads. They all mentioned that I’d need a special browser called Tor to go further.

Fucking for real?

Was it like an eBay site for human trafficking? The more I clicked and thumbed through things, the further I got until I finally reached a point where I had to create a login. I quickly just used a series of letters and numbers and hit submit. A pop-up came onto the screen saying that they’d get back to me.

I rolled my eyes for having been so stupid to believe this fucked up shit was easily accessible online.

* * *

A few days later I got a very cryptic email that I noticed while checking through my email during my lunch break. The sender wasn’t one that I recognized, but I felt compelled to look at it closer when I got home from work.

After dinner with Amy, I excused myself to retreat to the den.

“Would you like to play tonight?” Amy asked as I began to leave the kitchen.

“Not tonight, princess. I have something I want to look at regarding my brother.”

“Okay, I understand. Maybe later.”

Amy’s voice trailed off as I turned the corner of the hall to my den. I purposely shut the door so she would know not to disturb me. I grabbed my laptop and sat down on the recliner before I booted it up. Before I opened anything else, I made sure my IP address blocker was turned on, then I opened up the email.

What the fuck was this even about? I didn’t know what I might see, and it was probably some virus or shit, but I had to look into it. I memorized the five-digit access code and clicked on the link.

I waited a few moments and a screen popped up recommending that before I go further that I was sure my IP address blocker was turned on. I confirmed that it was and clicked the next button. A portal popped up asking me for my username and the five-digit access code. Moments later I was staring at a very simple looking screen; it had a black background, and all of the text was in blue.

I found a menu and clicked on it. A handful of things appeared: Drugs, Arms, People, Jobs, Body. I swallowed hard and clicked on the “jobs” category. A ton of listings came up, and I clicked on a few to get a better idea on the type of jobs in this listing.

Jesus. These were listings for some sinister acts. I kept going and found a section for “job offers.”

Hmm…a hacker might come in handy. If I hired him maybe, he could get into Everett’s bank account. My money issues would be gone, and my brother would make it. But I had to assume that Everett had his computer pretty secure. Besides, I’d have to give up $20,000 just to hope for a chance. The “people” category was the one I went to next.

I continued to read in disbelief. $20,000 to rent a professional hacker, yet for $21,000 I could buy three women from other countries. This was mind-blowing to me but I continued reading.

Unreal. The educated females were less money than the ones without an education. I wondered if that’s because the ones with an education were more of a risk. My stomach was churning as I read through pages and pages of sales.

What made my eyes nearly fall out of my head were the listings for what some were willing to pay for a person. The details and prerequisites were staggering and very much like finding a needle in a haystack. But to those who found that needle, the money was hard to believe. Most of the buyers were located overseas. There were very few showing their location as the United States.

As I went through these screens, I realized just about all of them would pay more if the individual was American. I moved to the “body” category, and it made my stomach hurt even more. It was full of desperation and last-ditch efforts.

Hmm…I had two functioning kidneys. Maybe I’d be a match for someone offering top dollar. I shut the laptop down and leaned my head back in the chair and thought.

The kidney seemed possible…but they were all in other countries, and I’d be too nervous to trust someone to perform that surgery overseas. The more I thought about it, the kidney thing seemed like a bad idea.

I logged back in and looked at the people section again and focused on the Caribbean as the buyers’ region. I’ve seen plenty of documentaries, and the Caribbean is virtually unpoliced for this kind of shit. Once I narrowed it to the Caribbean, the list became more manageable to look at.

A soft knock on the door preceded it opening, and Amy appeared in the doorway. I casually closed out of what I was looking at and maximized the screen I had minimized that discussed my brother’s upcoming surgery.

“Hi, princess.”

I opened my arms and gave my leg a pat so she’d join me. I also wanted her to see what I had on my screen. She cuddled up on my lap and asked what I was looking at.

“Just some stuff on the operation. We’re getting so close. I think we’re going to have the money.”

“That’s great to hear. We’ll have the garage sale next weekend and will put all of that money towards your brother.”

“That’s the plan, princess.” I kissed her head. “Sweetheart, go get on the bed on your hands and knees. I’m going to fuck you hard tonight after I beat your ass.”

Amy smiled, and the blush on her cheeks made my cock twitch. As she headed to our room, I quickly logged off and shut my laptop down. I made my way to the bedroom feeling really good about what I saw tonight…the fact that there was still hope for the money my brother needed.