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The Auction That Rewrote My Future

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 413    |    Released on: 05/06/2025

akin to respect, quickly replaced by renewed

across the screen. A series of notificat

ttle transfer. Some stocks, a few properties I no longer need. As

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like you're all tapped out. Can you even find two dollars in that pretty litt

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addressed the room, my voice c

ager, predatory faces. "How about something more... exclusive? I'll

Whistles, catcalls,

mask of fury. Or was it feigned out

like this actually turns you on, doesn't i

humiliation. The laughter of the crowd, the lewd comm

my family. For myself. I

vate videos?" she spat. "Fine! I'll match it! For every disgusting vi

nsion, or perhaps to further degrade me, gestured to the technician. A few new photos flashe

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“My future was meticulously planned: Columbia University, an SAT score above 1550 – the Winston way. Then, a notification: an anonymous link led to an auction site displaying hundreds of twisted deepfakes of my private life. The seller: "CB_Blackwood." – Caleb. Caleb Blackwood, the boy my father had saved, was auctioning my dignity. I frantically bid my trust fund, but Ashley Jenkins, Caleb's vapid girlfriend, always outbid me. Caleb then demanded my 1550 SAT score as the ultimate stakes. In desperation, I bid it all. I 'won' the auction, but the next morning: my bank accounts empty, my SAT score zero. Ashley received my 1550 and Columbia scholarship, while my deepfakes were everywhere. The shame was a physical weight. As I fell from my balcony, a chilling truth hit: Caleb used a "Contract Auction System"-legally binding. His goal was not just money; it was my future, total destruction. Then, a gasp. I sat upright in bed. April 15th. Weeks before. I was back. The horror was fresh, but a cold, hard new emotion burned: revenge.”
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