I sit crouched in a wire cage that is probably meant for a bulldog, instead of a whole ass grown man. The restricted space causes me to breathe heavily through a locked gag, making the entire area around my face hot and sweaty. My legs have been killing me for so long they start to become numb; I'd be surprised if I didn't have crate shaped bruises tomorrow. My eyes have been blindfolded since I was bathed for tonight's auction, having to be led around and into this cage like a lost puppy. Though I can't see, I remember hearing someone throw a sheet over top of the cage, furthermore trapping my heavy breaths within this already too small cage. I've been hearing heavy footsteps coming in and out of this room, swinging a big metal door and slamming it shut. Every time that door swings open, if I strain my ears enough, I can ear the faint murmurs and calls of the auction going on.
As I try to move my feet to keep my blood circulating there's a slam on the top of the cage causing me to jump. I slam my back up to the cage roof, partially in anger, and partially to keep them from electrocuting me with that cattle prod they love to use. I hear a gruff chuckle come from presumably the same guy who scared me. All of a sudden my cage gets roughly lifted, almost causing me to topple from my position. Just as quickly, I get slammed down onto a trolley as I am wheeled through the heavy doorway. I try not to wince from the pain in my legs, and now the pins and needles shooting through them from the slam, but a sound does escape my throat. The gruff man takes this opportunity to sting me with the prod as he shouts for me to stay quiet. I slam my side into the cage causing the trolley to waver a little from the path.
I am grumpily moved behind stage of the auction as I hear the man complain about me to another staff member. I can barely pay attention to anything around me over the loudness of the auctioneer on stage. I can't discern how much time has passed but I soon find myself being lifted by staff members and lead to the front stage. It stays relatively quiet as I'm placed in position and the sheet is lifted off. Some murmurs and wolf whistles come from the crowd but I refuse to lift my head. These sick fucks won't see what they want without a fight.
"Now here we have a special prize for you tonight! He's got spirit and vigor! It'll take some serious discipline to break this one in!" The auctioneer pitches me and the crowd starts applauding. "Now this is no way to start an auction, so lets see him in action!" as the auctioneer says this the top of my cage is opened, and people start grabbing at my arms. I struggle against them, gritting my teeth on the gag. As I'm trying to pull my arms from the hands, something wraps around my ankles causing me to start jerking them away too, or as much as I can in this small cage. I feel lightning shoot through the bottom of my foot causing me to squeal in pain and tense up long enough for people to tie my arms on the outside of the cage and my ankles to the inside corners. I now am propped up on my knees, barely keeping myself up from the sudden rush of blood to my legs, but now my whole front is on display for these sickos. I manage to keep my head down to try to savor any shred of dignity left.
As soon as the wolf whistles died down, the actual auctioning started. I couldn't even try to keep up with the numbers being said, but at some point the crowd started to die down, and some people started shouting that they couldn't "see my pretty face". With that, I braced myself for impact as someone yanked on the back of my hair, causing me to lift my head up towards the crowd. If I weren't blindfolded I'd be shooting each and every one of these mother fuckers down with the coldest looks. After this slight change, the bids started to rise again until we reached $5 million. I nearly passed out when I thought I had heard the auctioneer propose that number. The fight now seemed to be between only a few people now, until I heard the gavel slam at a total of $8.6 million. Finally my hair is let go of, my arms are untied, and I'm shoved back into the cage and carried away backstage again. I felt as if I'd just experienced whiplash with how quick the auction went, and how quickly I had managed to be sold for.
As I make it back stage, I'm wheeled off to the opposite stage side that I emerged from. The cage ripples through many sets of heavy curtains until I stop and hear the cage click open. I'm grabbed by the hair, and instinctively, I reach up to pry the hands away, but cold metal handcuffs are snapped to my wrists. I'm lifted out of the cage by my arms, one hand still gripping onto my hair. Through the pain of my scalp, I manage to figure out that the second person had clipped the chain of the cuffs onto a hook hanging from the ceiling. Eventually, I'm left alone, hanging by my arms with my toes barely grazing the floor, like a piece of meat in a butcher's freezer. My stomach drops after the realization finally seeps in. I had just been sold like some prize bull, and now all I can do is wait for my new owner.
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a/n: Hello! I hope you like this first chapter. I am new to writing this kind of stuff so please go easy on me. Next chapter we'll get to meet everyone else and get this story rolling!
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The Red Market (mxmxm)
RomanceIn a world where those who are down on their luck can sell themselves to certain markets, Elliot finds himself tied up, being auctioned into a crowd of wealthy masked strangers, where two men find a particular liking to him.
