Elián;
My eyes squint open, and I realise that I'm surrounded by darkness.
The only lights on... are the ones on me.
Spotlights as bright as the freaking sun are burning down on me as if to illuminate my deepest darkest secrets.
My arms are chained, and my clothes are... different. Thin. See-through.
See through!?
My eyes open in alarm as I start trying to piece everything together.
I try to cover my…uh, package… but my arms are spread and shackled in a way that I can't.
I'm on display.
Is this hell??
I blink into the light, and that's when I hear them… Murmurs.
I'm not alone.
I look up at the spotlights in panic, but shut my eyes at how bright they are.
"One thousand gold bars for this one! Untouched, healthy, good-looking and with a breeding rate that's through the roof!!"
I hear a loud voice boom, and my eyes fly open in fright and confusion.
There's suddenly a man beside me. He's dressed in a tailored suit and dramatic hat like some kind of game… or circus master.
He even has a costume on… paws. They almost look real… A bit too real… The way they move, and how pointy those claws look… If I didn't know any better, I'd call him a human-panda hybrid or something.
Why is he wearing paws, though?
Memories of the accident flood my mind, and my eyes widen.
Wait. Did I get saved by some creep??
What is this?
I make to yell at him and demand answers, but that's when I realise there's a gag in my mouth!
I'm as good as naked, chained up and gagged, and my captor is seemingly a fucking psycho playing dress up.
How did I go from being disowned to this?!
"I'll repeat, he's fertile! Untouched, and is a rare breed at that, too!" The man announces into the darkness again. This time, pointing at me, and I freeze.
Rare breed?? Fertile?!
What in fucks name is he going on about??!
And wait. The fuck does he mean by 'untouched'???
I suddenly begin to hear murmurs. Voices. Hushed… but hungry, and this causes my head to snap up towards the dark, and that's when I see them… barely… but they're there.
A sea of faces. All sat in rows and watching… me!!
My heart skips a beat as I struggle against the restraints, trying to cover myself…but it's useless. Every move I make just exposes me more, and the glint in their eyes increases. Send shivers down my spine.
All these weirdos also have costumes on. Some even went as far as wearing ram-like horns. What the fuck have I been whipped into??
There are so many men here. Many of them are huge and intimidating even in the dark. And for some reason, they are all staring at me like I'm the last piece of meat in a starved kingdom.
Are these demons? Am I in hell??
No, hell wouldn't have me standing barefoot on a pedestal, wearing barely anything, with strange men gawking at me... Right?
"One thousand five hundred!" A voice suddenly booms from the crowd, and that's when it hits me.
Wait… are they bidding… ON ME?!
"Two thousand gold bars!" Another voice yells, and my heart starts thudding as blood drains from my face.
This can't be happening.
This can't be real!!
I'm being sold?!
From where to where?
How did I go from an accident to this?
Did I hit my head? Am I in a coma? Is this… Is this some kind of twisted dream?
"Three thousand five hundred gold bars!" Another voice yells, and I start sweating.
It's not just the fact that I'm on display, about to be sold to fuck knows who, but… the hunger in their voices… Like whoever wins… isn't going to save me. They're going to devour me.
These voices sound like they have no good intentions for me…
And what was the fucker beside me saying about being breedable? What does he mean by that?!
"Five thousand golden bars!" Another voice booms, and I feel tension crackle in the air…
Won't they even ask if I want to be sold?
I don't want to be sold!!
I want to go back home… Oh, wait. That's right, I don't have a home anymore, but I don't want to be here!
"Five thousand golden bars going once!" The man beside me announces, and my heart starts pounding so hard, I swear it might leap out of my chest…
It's really happening. I'm about to be sold like some piece of furniture.
"Five thousand golden bars going twice…"
"Twenty thousand golden bars!"
I freeze at the imposing loud voice that boomed through the hall, and gasps and whispers ripple through the crowd as heads begin to turn.
That voice… low, commanding, and precise… sent shivers up my spine. Even the air shifted.
Five thousand to twenty?? That's a crazy hike.
Who… who the hell bid that much on me??
"Alright! Twenty thousand golden bars going once!" The man beside me shouts excitedly, and I suddenly want nothing more than to punch that smug glint right off his face.
"Twenty thousand golden bars going twice?" He yells, and I swallow.
"Twenty thousand going thrice for the final time…" He yells further, and the room falls silent like no one would dare bid above that.
"And sold to the Ashfang brothers! This rare, fertile breed for twenty thousand gold bars!" The man beside me exclaims excitedly, and I freeze.
Did he just say brothers??
I got bought by two folks?!
Who the hell are they? And why does that name sound... like trouble?
"We would send your Omega down for prepping and packaging. I hope you enjoy your purchase!" He announces again, and my brows knot.
Omega??
Who's an omega?
… What is an omega? Is that what they've decided to call me now?
I'm going to get a headache trying to understand all of this…
The platform beneath me suddenly shifts, lowering into the ground, and I watch with wide, panicked eyes as it carries me into a plain, clinically white room.
What is this place?
There are two… ladies waiting in the room, but the sight of them makes my brows crease.
One of them is standing in what looks like a tiger costume. She has no human features but has the figure and stance of a human woman. How much did this costume cost? It looks real.
The other woman… I can't tell what animal she's dressed as. Just all grey fur and an almost realistic animal-human hybridish face like the other lady.
Is this some kind of expensive, kinky custom party?
Or is this the new way this crime is being done?
The tiger lady walks over to me, and my eyes widen when she pulls out a syringe with blue substance in it.
What the fuck is that? I hate needles!!!
I try to struggle, but the chains hold me in place.
She injects me in the thigh, and everything starts swirling as my eyelids start fluttering. I can feel the content under my skin… cold… and tingling.
Okay…
I don't… I don't like this. I'd like things to go back to normal now…
My life may have been a mess minutes ago, but I'd pick that mess over the chaos I feel coming…