The Red Market (mxmxm)

- Ch. 2 -

Before my arms start to hurt from hanging here, I manage to grab onto some of the chain holding my wrists up. I attempt to pull myself up after many failed tries that almost lead to me dislocating my shoulders. I don't know why, but almost by instinct, I managed to swing my legs up and over my shoulders. This was a horrible idea. I feel my arms start to shake from the extra weight and just pray that they don't give out before I can get my legs back down. I think I feel a whisper of a hand touching my back but shake it off, focusing on trying to untangle myself.

"Looks like you've got yourself into quite the predicament," a low grumbling voice hits my ears and settles into my skull like a heavy blanket. My focus waivers and my arms slip. My legs manage to swing down and somehow my shoulders stay in their sockets as I fall from my previous position, swinging back.

"Woah there, don't need you getting hurt just yet," another voice coos, as hands wrap around my hips, stopping me from slamming into them. The second voice chuckles lowly, scraping their short nails up my sides sending a tidal wave of pleasure throughout my body. I gasp from the touch but otherwise stay quiet. I need to try to read their personalities before pissing them off. Its a kind of art.

"You two just gonna play with him, or take him away?" A third gravellier voice chimes in following heavy footsteps.

"Can't we at least examine our new toy before you get off Scott-free?" The first voice responds. "Just hurry up, we got a business to run here, he's taking up valuable real estate," The staff worker says before clambering away.

"Well, shall we?" The first one asks, grabbing my legs and lifting me slightly to unhook the cuffs. I immediately fall forward over his shoulder as he starts walking, carrying me like a sack of potatoes, making me grunt from impact. I faintly hear the second person walk around in front of me, behind the one carrying me. He runs a soft finger lightly around my face, but I shake him away. I'm already being carried like this, buck-naked, I'm not about to let him touch me like that. I hear a soft chuckle in response that makes my blood boil.

After a while of being carried, I get chucked into the back seat of a vehicle. I yelp from the sudden motion and manage to catch myself on the front seat before falling into the foot area. I hear the door slam shut before the passenger door opens, soon followed by the driver's. I can barely make out whispering as I try to shift myself into sitting in the middle seat. Suddenly I get yanked by the handcuffs as another set of hands reach behind my head, unlocking the blindfold. The hands retract and I manage to yank the blindfold off my head. I don't even bother to look at the people, rather, I scout my surroundings. I'm in the back of a car, as suspected; looks like one of those boxy SUV types, like a Jeep or something. Outside the car, we seem to be in some under ground parking lot. Yellow painted numbers line the concrete walls. It seems rather empty, only having a few cars parked here and there. I try to lunge at the door, but as I would think, they're locked. Probably having the baby locks activated, but it was worth a shot. Another chuckle comes from the second guy, and I shoot him daggers with my eyes.

Now that I see him, he's unfortunately attractive. He's got wavy blond hair that complements his tanned skin, and piercing green eyes. He looks like if he weren't rich as a job, he'd be a professional surfer or something. I try not to check him out too much, I don't need to help his ego any further, but lets just say, he's good on the eyes. The other man on the other hand, I'm not able to get a good look at. He refuses to look behind him towards me, and there's no way in hell I'm moving to get a better look at him. I do however, meet his eyes in the rearview mirror. His cold black eyes pierce into me like a laser. His mask is still on creating a black void were the rest of his face would be, forcing me to focus on just his eyes. I try to decipher anything in his gaze, but its like looking into a complex puzzle that I'm just too tired to try to solve. Something about his eyes though sends an intense shiver down my spine and I try to ignore every fiber in my being that is telling me to look away. I do manage to break eye contact when the car starts up. I shift myself, letting my legs straighten out on the other seats. After spending hours in that cramped cage it feels like heaven to let myself stretch out.

"You're gonna want to buckle up there Queen of Shiba," the first guy with the cold eyes tells me. I try to ignore him, just out of spite, but almost immediately, I'm thrust into the back of the driver's seat. Both of them snicker and the driver says, "I tried to tell you." I reluctantly put my seat belt on and stare out the passenger side window in front of me. The ride is mostly silent apart from the driver eventually taking his mask off, chucking it behind him into my lap. There's not much to it. Its a half face mask that cuts off just under the cheek bones. Originally, in the parking lot, I thought it was black, but now I see whenever the streetlights hit it, is a deep red, almost like the colour of dried blood.  I toss it on the ground before either of them see me examining it.

After what feels like an hour, we pull into a long drive way. We slow down, allowing for giant iron gates to open to the rest of the driveway. We drive a ways down before coming to a round-about that circles a giant topiary of a sitting Doberman. I can barely make out the front of the mansion from within the car, but I do notice what looks like a butler waiting on the driveway. Great, they're that type of rich. The driver puts the car in park and the two of them get out. I shift back in the seat and unbuckle the belt, as my door is swung open. As I go to get out of the car, I finally see the driver's face. He has dark olive skin and dark brown hair that's rather long and shaggy. He has short, well-maintained stubble. Farther down, you can slightly make out the muscles under his dress shirt. Again, unfortunately attractive, but what can you expect from someone with this much money. Either of them can afford any sort of procedures to look whichever way they want. However, there's somethings glaringly natural about both of them, furthering my hatred.

I step on the sharp gravel driveway, refusing help from either of them, though my feet are begging for it. I try walk a few steps toward to giant front porch, but I'm almost immediately thrown back over the shoulder of the driver and carried inside. I huff through the gag and kick slightly, but I'm jostled on his shoulder making me stop squirming. I try to look around the best I can but for the most part the blond guy is in my face, studying it like some sort of textbook. I'm carried upstairs and eventually thrown on a bed in one of the rooms. I plan on squirming my way out and running, but my ankles are firmly held by one hand while the blond comes around the side of the bed, grabbing my cuffed hands and raising them up towards the headboard.

I whine against the gag as they busy themselves with something out of my perspective. Above my head I hear the rattling of chains and start to squirm. Without even looking up, the driver stops what he's doing and pins my thighs down, his weight bearing on his hands. Completely ignoring me, he looks up towards the blond, but without a word from him the blonde responds, "I've got it, go back to what you're doing." Soon enough I feel soft fur wrap around my wrists just below the metal cuffs. I hear the sound of straps being drawn on both my wrists, and soon enough my arms are let go of, and the blond walks down near the foot of the bed. "Front left," the driver says and the blond reaches down behind him, presumably into his front left pocket, and the jingling of metal keys emerge, as he stands back up. As the blond unlocks the metal cuffs, leaving me in the soft ones chained to the bed frame, I feel the same strapping of soft cuffs wrapping around my ankles. After a few tugs, sure enough, my ankles are also strapped and chained down to the bed frame.

I lay sprawled and chained on the bed as the two of them look down at me with annoying smirks on their faces. As the blond rests his hand on the driver's chest, I get a glimpse of a wedding band on his finger. That's just perfect. I'm some new toy of a rich married couple, probably here to spice up their failing marriage.