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"THE COLLAR." HE
whispered. "It's the fucking collar." Corbyn laughed as he looked at himself in the mirror, teeth brushed, chest naked, hair still tousled from last night's dream.
"The collar holds the sensor which makes the alarm go off. The alarm isn't visual, it's audial and physical. The sensor tricks the sounds, which makes the collar tighten and syringes to insert the drugs." The younger mumbled to himself in his train of thought, finally able to figure it the fuck out. "All this time i thought it was a fucking kink, but the bitch just played it off smart." He chuckled lightly, finding himself to sound crazy.
"Now all you have to do is figure out how to get it off." Corbyn rubbed his closed eyes, trying to ignore the upcoming migraine. "It's all you have to do to go home."
"Pup, you almost done?" Daniel knocked on the bathroom door, not wanting to invade. "Yeah, just give me another minute. I'll be in your room soon." Corbyn turned on the faucet, letting the water pool in his hands before he rubbed his face gently. The brunet quickly ran his fingers through his hair, styling it messily, before walking back out into the hallway.
"Dani," The younger whined as he jumped on the bed, a groan being heard when he landed on the older. "Hi." He smiled goofily, watching as Daniel reciprocated the action. "Hi, bubba. You okay?" Corbyn nodded enthusiastically, arms falling around Daniel's waist as he lay his head down on his chest. "I wanna cuddle." He mumbled, feeling Daniel's arms surround him almost immediately. "What got you so excited, bub? You haven't been like this since the twenty-fifth."
"I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders along with the lie, making it just a little more believable. "I guess it's the new year just making its appearance." Daniel frowned, chuckling as the words fell from the younger's lips. "That didn't make any fucking sense, pup."
"Oh well." Corbyn shrugged once more, leaning up to kiss the older's cheek. "Maybe it didn't make sense to you, ever thought about that?" The younger made sure Daniel understood. "Nope, never thought of that, pup. Now, shouldn't you let me get up and head downstairs to get my work done?" Corbyn shook his head with a whine, tightening his grip. "I wanna cuddle."
Daniel sighed loudly, before he pried the brunet off of him, hooking Corbyn's legs around his waist and his arms around his neck once he stood to his feet. "Cuddle me all you want, pup, but i gotta get my work done. I don't want to be fired, definitely not from this company. They would out everything i did for them and i would go to prison, or-" He paused. "-they would literally murder me. So, guess we gotta do the work then, huh?"
The whine didn't go unnoticed when Daniel sat down behind the dinner table, turning on his laptop to show the tons of unopened emails. "What's your job, anyway? You just put people up for sale, or something?" The older didn't even deny the words, replying with a soft 'pretty much', as he continued to type.
"How does it work?" Corbyn curiously turned in Daniel's lap, eyes now fixated on the screen.
If he managed to escape, he could help the others. Tell their story, they could all be saved.
"Certain people send me emails about who they would like to display onto the company's website. The email would contain their name, date of birth, fertility, sexual activity, qualities, etc. Once bids start to come in, the person who was put up gets taken from their home, or the place they're currently at and they will be brought to one of the company owned apartment buildings. They're heavily guarded, so there hasn't been a single escape, but the money is split between the company and the one who puts the person up. So, once the final bid is placed, they are taken to their new, or first owner."
Corbyn frowned lightly, nodding at the explanation. "Is everyone safe? Like i am with you, are they all safe?" "No, pup, they aren't. It's a cruel world and there's nothing to be done about. Some of them are only bought to be harmed, or murdered. Others are bought for sexual pleasure and house keeping. Murder isn't as frequent as the rest, but it's certainly there. We often find the cases on the news, but the company has never been linked to any of them."
"I don't like your job."
"Neither do i, pup."
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collar - why don't we
أدب الهواةOnce Corbyn Besson left his friend's home, he was never seen again. The seventeen year old would do anything to escape the collar around his neck, hands travelling over his captor's body. Daniel Seavey wouldn't notice a thing, believing his puppy to...
