The auction room was just as pungent- if not more- than the rest of the deteriorating building. The scent of humidity and smoke clung to the walls, along with the mold that was barely hidden by the cheap red wallpaper. Apart from the stains of spilled drinks and maybe a little blood, the carpeted floor was a dark beige.
Those inhabiting the room were sitting comfortably in brown leather seats, surrounding the stage, judging the bodies being shoved onto the platform in all their glory.
"Alright ladies and gentlemen, now, for the moment most of you have been waiting for, we have Louis Tomlinson." the Auctioneer spoke into the microphone in a low voice.
He didn't have to hype it up at all, as everyone with any knowledge whatsoever knew and wanted Louis.
The room burst into loud conversations as Louis was brought on stage with his small hands cuffed behind his back and a white cloth tied over his mouth -even if it was off he really couldn't do much as they heavily drugged everyone they were selling, but no one could really be too careful when handling Louis.
The Auctioneer continued, " Louis is 18, 5'3, he's a virgin, and he actually belongs to the Tomlinson Family, so someone better buy him before we get into trouble! The auction starts at 500,000."
"1 Million!"
"1.5 Million!"
"3 Million!"
"We have 3 Million dollars. Going once, going twice, sol-"
"I'll give you 6 Million dollars."
An open duffle bag was dropped onto the stage, overflowing with bills.
"In cash."
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The Tomlinson family were the most powerful crime family in England- not including the Styles family. Obviously.
The Styles were the largest, most violent, and wealthiest crime families in the UK. But if the Styles family suddenly disappeared, then the Tomlinsons would be a the next best thing.
Of course, the Tomlinsons and the Styles had a nasty rivalry; it was an endless pissing contest between the two. Everything the Tomlinsons do, the Styles would do it bigger, and so much better.
Because of the Styles family, the Don of the Tomlinson family, Mark, kept his son under lock and key, or at least he tried to.
Louis Tomlinson was the type of person that when someone told him not to do something, he would go out of his way to do it. Knowing this, it was obvious what he had to do when his Father forbid him from going to the warehouse party.

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