Macon sat at his desk, his laptop open in front of him. A quick search on property tax values told him everything he needed to know about how to make Francesca belong to him and no one else. The Delacroix family was behind on their property taxes, about six years behind. He would bet anything that they were also behind on any mortgage payments they might owe and could possibly need to file bankruptcy. They had no other family, save a dead son who was killed in a drunk driving accident at 21. The boy was also buried on the property, so it was likely that they would try to do anything to keep said property. He smiled to himself she would be his before summer started.

Chessy

Francesca got up early Monday morning and started packing for the day. It had been two weeks since mullet fest and it was going to be a hot day in May. She was headed to go kayaking with her friends. She stood in the tiny kitchen in shorts and a stomach revealing tank top packing their lunches for the trip. Feeding people was how she showed people that she cared for them. Music played gently in the background as she swayed her hips in time and softly half hummed sang "rose colored glasses".

There was a harsh rap at the door that caused her to let out a half squeak and drop her knife. When the knife hit the counter mayo flew off and landed right above her belly button. She grabbed a rag to wipe it off as she headed toward the door. "You're early!" She yelled as she answered the door. Throwing it open she did not recognize who she saw. He was an average height man with pale blonde hair. He wasn't bad looking, but nothing spectacular. His pale blue eyes washed over her and she felt as if she didn't have enough clothes on. "Sorry, I was expecting someone else. Can I help you?".

"You can," he replied, handing her a piece of paper. "By vacating my house".

Macon

Macon kept his face stoic as she read over the paper. When she looked up shocked he pushed past her walking into a small kitchen. Everything in it and everything he could see was horribly dated. These people lived in poverty. Well, they had, if they accepted his offer they would never live in poverty again and would instead know a life of luxury beyond their wildest dreams. "DADDY" Francesca called, yelling over her shoulder. "DADDY, I need you in here now." Charlie came running in worried for the safety of his daughter.

"Who the hell are you?" her father asked as he pulled Chessy behind him.

"I'm the new owner of this house. And I have a proposal for you." He leveled his eyes at Francesca.

Chessy

An hour later the proposition had been laid out in all terms. In exchange for her parents keeping their home, she would belong to him. Her father had begun to protest, but she had quieted him. The land had been in her family since the town was founded, she would not allow them to lose it. Plus her brother was buried in the back pasture because her mother had not been able to stand the thought of her baby in a cemetery. She still went out there every day and talked to him, five years later.

Because of this, she was selling her future. She would make an arrangement with this man with the harsh cold voice, and give her life to him. She would abide by the rules that he laid out before her, until she could find a way out, or her parents died. She shuddered as he put his hand on her exposed thigh and tried, unsuccessfully, to fight back her tears.

They would work out the fine details and his timeline at a later date. But for now there were three rules 1) she would only wear modest dresses. No more pants, shorts, tank tops, low cut shirts or crop tops, nothing long dresses 2) Her hair would be up, apparently to him seeing her hair "loose and wild" could be seen as erotic 3) Malachi and the band would have to go as would the childish nickname. Chessy was not the elegant name that Francesca was, so she would now be known as Francesca. She would not be able to see her friends again, no more hanging out after school, kayaking trips, or band.

Her tears fell silently. Just then there was a knock on the door. "Daddy, I can't face them" she cried and he went out to speak to the crew. She heard Malachi yell an angry and pained sound.

"Chessy!" Malachi yelled "Chessy I love you! Please baby, I love you" She buried her head into her hands and sobbed.

"I hope in time we can come to love one another." Macon said as he stood. "I will be back later tonight to assess our living arrangements. We can live here or at my family home. But given what you have just done, I think you would prefer to live here, am I correct?" His eyes greedily looked her up and down as she nodded yes slightly. "Are you a virgin?" He asked her as he moved forward to touch her. Instinctively she backed away and nodded her head. "Hot damn" he replied with an evil grin.

"Please'" she cried as he turned from her. "I can't." He turned back to her wordlessly. "Waiting until marriage is important to me. Please." She looked up at him, her eyes pleading with him. "This is important to me. I've lost my friends, please let me keep this."

Macon turned from her and walked out of the house. He would give her that, he smirked, no one else would get to touch her, ever, he could wait until he married her. He would find an architect and contractor and have the house updated for them. He would wait until they were married and then ship her parents off to a home somewhere. Then he would have her all to himself and she would be only his. He would sleep in the guest room until she was 18, by then the house would be remodeled and the new Master Suite would be ready for the new Master to move in. He chuckled to himself as he went to his car. Lewd thoughts of her running through his mind.