The Lion and the Lamb

Chapter Two

Briar let out a groan as he woke, still in a sleepy daze. He tried to move his arms but to no avail, they were tied behind his back to a chair. That's when the sheep began to panic, realizing he couldn't see, couldn't move, and couldn't speak. His screams were muffled by the gag on his mouth as he struggled weakly, his head hurting and his wrists burning.

The man started to sob, hyperventilating and wheezing as he sat there, just wanting to be back home in his warm bed, or talking to Angie, hell he'd rather be at Reubens mansion with his creepy butler- anywhere but here. Where exactly was here, he knew not. He hadn't even had a chance to see his captors face, and it didn't seem there was anyone currently in the room with him.

But then he heard a door creak, and the sound of shuffling feet. The lamb tried to sniff the air to get a whiff of their pheromones, maybe then he'd be able to at least tell their animal type, but it seemed they may have blocked their scent to him. Briar tried to hold back tears, whole body shaking in fright, knowing what this was. He was probably being sold for meat, or for his body to some rich, gross old alpha.

The person took the blindfold of his teary wide eyes, only for him to face a mask. He tried to yell at them but nothing really got through, just muffled mumbles. Guessing by their size it may have been a wolf, or coyote, he couldn't really tell anyways.

"Calm down bitch, or I'll put a bullet in your pretty little head." His kidnapper grunted. Briar quickly shut up best he could, though it was most likely a fluke-

After all, predators liked their meat as fresh as possible. And no one really wants to fuck a carcass. Unless you were really that sick, and honestly as Briars mind ran rampant he focused on that thought, it disgusted him, scared him thoroughly.

No one would be looking for him for days, he'd often gone out of town on a job and Angie knew that, and bedsides her and her little family he didn't have many close friends that cared that way. He was doomed, there was no way he was getting out of this one.

Accepting his fate, the sheep closed his eyes defeatedly, his body still shaking with his sobs. And he let his captor put the blindfold back on him without a fight, let him untie him, and chloroform him once again. There was no use fighting anymore, he wasn't strong like a predator no matter how much he worked out.

When Briar woke, he found himself chained to a wall over a bed in another room, clothing changed into skimpy lingerie, leaving him in the cold. He shivered, trying to curl up to warm himself. He felt fucking disgusting, the fact that someone had undressed him- touched him- without his consent made his stomach turn. He knew predators could be pieces of shit, but experiencing it first hand was a whole other story.

Another person came in the room, a tall masked lady, entered the room. She didn't mask her scent, however. Some sort of dog, an alpha as well. The woman sat down on a stool by the bed, setting down the bag she had with her. She untied the gag on his mouth. "Don't scream, or I'll knock you out," the mutt warned.

Briar complied with her wishes. Nothing else he could do, anyhow. She pulled some stuff out that seemed to be makeup. Gotta be presentable for the fat old perverts, great. "What am I here for?" He asked as calmly as he could. He already knew, but he wanted to make conversation anyways.

"You're being auctioned off," she shrugged, uncaring. "As a sex slave maybe. Meat most likely."

"And you're okay with that?"

"Mhm." She smeared a red lipstick on his lips. "That's just how it is. Could've been worse, could be feral like our ancestors. You should be glad-" he could almost hear her sneer through the mask- "you'll be sold for millions, you're a pretty thing after all. Probably taste good too."