Saving the Slave (Nyo!America X Reader)

(Name) leaned against a tree with his hands in his pockets, quietly observing an auction that was about to take place in the most hidden part of the woods. 

He knew this so called “auction” was going to be part of an illegal human trafficking incident. Normally he’d just send one of his accomplices into the audience and give them money to buy the victims and set them free, making sure they got back to their families safely, then he would be there in hiding to arrest the ones responsible for the illegal auctions.

This time, it was just him.

No one he knew lived around this area. His accomplices had other cases to crack near them. At least there would only be one slave being sold, or so he heard. This must have meant that this was some sort of special exhibition.

(Name) watched the seats get filled with aristocratic men that seemed to be just dying to get their hands on a new slave.

Sick bastards.

He wasn’t really surprised. This was a human trafficking case, so he saw this more often than not. That didn’t mean he was any less disgusted by it.

The auctioneer stepped onto the stage and grabbed the microphone, removing it from the mic stand as he made he way to the front of the stage.

“Gentlemen, I am about to present to you a very special prize today. I’m sure all of you will find this new beauty very alluring.” As he talked, a black pickup truck, with its license plate removed, pulled up behind the stage. Two men got out of the truck, one of them going to open the toolbox in the back of the truck.

(Name) heard small banging and screaming noises coming from the toolbox, so of course that’s where the victim was being stowed away.

One of the men unlocked the toolbox, and the other man picked up a girl with blond hair and blue eyes. , She had a collar and leash around he neck, bound by her wrists and ankles, and kicking and screaming at her captors.

“LET GO OF ME!” The girl demanded, pulling against the ropes and kicking on of the guys in a place sensitive and unmentionable with her steel-toed cowgirl boots. The man double over in pain, making incomprehensible sounds, giving the girl a smirk of satisfaction. She obviously wasn’t going to give up without a fight.

(Name) respected that girl.

The man that wasn’t doubled over in pain grabbed her leash and pulled her up roughly so they were face to face.

“You’ll behave if you know what’s good for you, you little brat.”

The girl growled and spit right in the man’s face, making the man go red in the face with anger. He pulled the girl up roughly by her hair, which resulted in a forcefully hushed yelp from her. The man smirked in satisfaction and dragged her up to the front of the stage, where she was displayed to the other men in the audience.

(Name) watched as the girl was dragged to the front. He recognized her from a missing persons report he had received three months ago. He remembered from the report that her name was Amelia F. Jones, and she lived with her brothers Arthur Kirkland and Matthew Williams. Neither of them knew what had happened to her, and they had filed a report to the police in hopes that she would be found.

Now it looked like (Name) could kill two birds with one stone.

“The bidding starts at twenty thousand,” The announcer stated into the microphone as Amelia struggled against her captors.

“Twenty-five thousand!” One man said.

“Thirty thousand!” Another one said.

The bidding price kept getting higher and higher, until it reached sixty-five thousand. Everyone else was starting to get silent. Now was his chance.