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a human right

prompt: trigger warning and it's 3340 word sooo (UNEDITED)

His hands are rough, pushing me to my knees and ripping the blind fold from my eyes like they're not important organs. My hands are bound behind my back and I haven't worn a shirt in six years.

Another body is pushed down next to mine and I recognize her as soon as I look. Her brown hair in wild curls, her face dirty, a birthmark covering half of it.

"Kayla?" I choke out and she turns to look at me, her face flooding with relief.

"Thank God!" She says, tears escaping her eyes. "I thought I'd have to do this alone, again." I scoot closer to her as a few more unluckys are put next to us.

The room is dark and shady like it always is and I sigh as I wait for it to suddenly light up, to show the rooms were men and women of all ages will sit with wades of cash and sickening grins.

Sex trades, the nastiest things on the black market.

"ATTENTION, ATTENTION EVERYONE. THANK YOU ALL FOR COMING OUT,  FIRST WE HAVE A YOUNG BOY BY THE NAME OF ASHER. HE'S 10 YEARS OLD WITH NATURALLY BLONDE HAIR AND-"

The lights all come on and the announcer drones on about the poor boy who came in last week, one I knew would be sold as soon as possible do to his young age and good looks, the type of slave every gay pedophile wants.

He's sold for 50,000. A pretty good sell, Alex will be proud.

Alex is the main distributer here, although i doubt that's his real name, here as in where I've been since I was taken from my foster home when I was 13. The only problem being that pedophiles only want young, clean boys and I hit my growth spurt only weeks after they picked me up. My voice got deeper, my features got manlier, and my comebacks got wittier. This earns me no profits and a lot of unnecessary beatings.

"NEXT WE HAVE A YOUNG BEAUTY NAMED KAYLA, ALTHOUGH HER APPEARNCE MAY BE TAMPERED HER HANDS ARE-"

Kayla, my best friend and the only person I have every loved or cared about. I never knew my family, my foster home was shit, and the black market definitely isn't homely. I've come to rely on her, both of us bonding over the fact that neither of us are ever bided on.  Me because I've matured before I was supposed to and Kayla because of her birthmark.

She looks at me in fear as they call out a number to start the bidding. Silence. When no one speaks for a while they move on and she visually slouches. Being in the trade system sucks, but being sold is worse. The only problem with this is now they've moved to me.

"HERE WE HAVE TROYE, THICK CURLY HAIR AND A LONG SLENDER FORM, HIS FEMINE FEATURES MAKE HIM EVEN MORE DESIRABLE. WE WILL START THE BID AT 10 THOUSAND." I wait for the silence, but it never comes.

"11 THOUSAND!" a voice yells and I don't look up to see who, letting my head fall as tears escape my eyes. It's finally happened. I'm screwed.

"12 THOUSAND!" another voice calls and I sob.

"12.5!"

"20 Thousand." it's a calm voice who says this, giving me chills as no one else says anything else.

"Going once, going twice, sold! To the man in black!" I'm dragged away suddenly, Kayla's sobs loud in my ear as my feet drag against the ground.

They clean me up, something they've never done before, putting me in fresh closes and I can see my face for the first time in years. I don't look bad, not attractive but not bad.

They lead me down the hall until I'm faced with a gruff man, my buyer, his face chiseled with light facial hair. His arms are buff but not to buff and he feels me up. My neck, my arms, my hair.