Chapter 1: Chained
"Here we have a young man, covered in scabs and wounds all over his body." My head felt like it was going to explode anytime soon, my ears were ringing and my whole body kept shivering from the cold. I feel something wrapped around my wrists and ankles that keeps me immobilized, and I also can't see a single thing. Am I in shackles? In a blindfold? Am I being kidnapped? I have no idea, my mind is still hazy and my memories still seem blurry. I couldn't remember what happened before all of this.
I felt a hand gripping onto the blindfold behind my head and pulled it off instantly. I was blinded by the lights that were directly shining onto me, I was naked in shackles on the floor. My vision was still blurry, but I managed to see a man beside me standing with a microphone.
"But he still has his pale fair skin under all his cuts and bruises, not to mention his outstanding eyes." The man said to the audience. Another man with a camera shows up infront of me, recording my face as it shows up on the bigger screen behind us, for the audience to have a better view of what I look like.
The audience gasped in awe at the sight.
"His eyes are more than beautiful."
"I'd kill for his eyes."
"His eyes seem to speak to me."
I've heard murmurs and whispers amongst the crowd. I still have no idea what was going on and what is being held. As my vision starts to become more clear, it finally gets to me. I am on a stage in shackles, watched by hundreds of men in suits surrounding the stage while this man beside me, who seems to be the one holding this event, proceeds to show and describe my physical features.
"The bid starts at a hundred grand."
I'm being fucking sold.
I tried my best to free myself from the shackles on my wrists, but I failed to do so since every limb I have is swollen and filled with bruises. I might have been beaten up to a pulp before being put into this situation. Every move I made only inflicted pain to me.
"W-What the fuck is this? Where am I?!" I asked the man beside me, he looked at me with a grin and said, "Do you hear his voice, gentlemen?" He started breathing heavily like a dog in heat, his gaze towards me started to feel disgusting and weird. "His voice is.. ah! Very irresistible, if only I can keep him. I'd take very good care of him." The more he spoke, the more he sounded like he was in heat. My eyes wandered off from his gaze since I couldn't handle the disgust any longer, but I managed to see his groin poking from his pants. He is really hard and ready just from hearing my voice. I felt appalled at the thought of someone so horny just from hearing me.
"He sounds very sexy."
"I can just listen to him all day."
"His voice makes me horny!"
The audience were even no different from him. To think how these people are even dressed so formally and seem decent, but act like wild animals that live by instinct just by being so intrigued by my eyes and voice. If one of them would even take me to their home I'd feel mortified.
"I'd take him for two hundred grand" An old man with a top hat exclaimed, raising his palm.
"I bid for two fifty!" Another man with an accent yelled.
"Mine for three hundred!"
"Four hundred grand!"
The bids went on and on, increasing by tens of thousands by each person it hops.
"I'd take him for five million." A man with a cold voice suddenly spoke, everyone gasped. His bid was five times more than what the others could offer. They couldn't compete.
"Five million dollars, in cash." The man said, his eyes were locked onto mine. Even from the distance we have from the stage to the seats, I could tell he has amazing features. His eyes were deep black with a reddish tint when it hits the lights. He looks drop dead gorgeous from his hair down to his shoes. I don't have any explanation about him besides him being so attractive.
"Five million dollars, from Sir Cain Fargo. Does anyone want to compete?" The host said, and everyone stayed silent.
The man stood completely still, his eyes never left my gaze. It's as if his eyes were communicating with mine.
"Congratulations on your first purchase, Sir Fargo. You may claim your prize at the backstage." The host finished the bid at last. It was at this moment I realized that I was on a leash, like a dog. Two men came forward in assistance, pulling the leash I was wearing, leading me to the backstage.
"Hold on." The man, who I believe is called Cain spoke. "Please don't put him on a leash like that." He ordered the assistants.
"Go put him in a cage for me, make him wear a gag too. We have to train dogs, am I right?"
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