Slave: Book One [Larry AU]

Auction

Despite Louis not very much wanting a slave, he let his father talk him into it. Having a slave builds character, it lets people know they are less then us, he said. He still wasn't completely sure, but he was willing to look at a few people.

The limo pulled up the the auction sight. It wasn't anything fancy. It was an old, probably under code, building that was bland. The color was a duke grey, and it had about one window. The grass was dead all along the side, and it looked like nothing grew here.

He walked out heading into the building, waiting to sign in. He'd looked around at everyone seeing a few faces he'd recognized. Some princes who've probably come because they've gotten bored of their own slaves. Some merchants looking for labor. Queens looking for pleasure, and some common folk looking for house maids.

One he signed in, he took a seat. Looking around he could see a good look at the stage. No slaves were present at the moment, so he looked around more. This appeared to be the only room with a window, but they had air coming through the building no the less. The non appealing grey stood throughout the whole building, from what Louis could see. The stage was just a slab of wood, pieced together by glue.

He'd been so lost in his thoughts he didn't even see the first two slaves come up. Though it wouldn't have interested him anyways. When he did look up he seen a girl. Perrie was her name. She had blonde hair that was pulled back into a tight bun. Her ghost like completion wasn't very appealing to Louis, but she wasn't bad looking at all. Her blue eye pleaded for anyone to take her. Probably to not be left here in this horrid place. He heard a female buy here, 5,000. Fair price in Louis mind.

The bids went on with different men, and woman coming out of all ages. None of which caught Louis' eye. Some where close, but he just didn't want to pay for them. He was about to leave when he heard the announcer speak.

"Our next slave is a rare. A young 15 year old male virgin. He's about 5'5, and has been with one previous owner. He won't grow much more, and he's a treat."

The guard pushed the young, fragile boy out, and the bid began.

Louis took one look, and knew this was him. He stood up listening the the other buyers. He smirked at there lower prices, and put his hand up. "I'll give you 1 million." He heard the crowd hush a moment.

"That's 1 million. Going once. Going twice."

"1.5 million."

Louis head snapped, and seen the person he wasn't to fond of, Nick Grimshaw.

"2."

"3."

"3.5"

"4."

"5 million." Louis said, and when Nick sat down, He won.

They unchained the scared boy, dragging him to the front office. There they bathed him quickly, cut his godforsaken hair, brushed his teeth, and dressed him somewhat nicely. They pulled on the collar that he wore, and took him to meet his new master.

[A/N: Sorry!? I'm in the process of moving states. It's been very hectic. I promise to try an update! Anyways I'ma rant because I'm not fond of rude people. Someone had told me that I should like Nick Grimshaw because he dissed Elounor. Now I'm a firm believer in "Treat people the way you want to be treated", so I won't like someone like that. I would never be rude to anyone who ships anything. If you're nice to me, and we get along I could care less what you ship. That's entirely your business, not mine. I would never be rude to anyone who didn't deserve it. Besides, I wouldn't tell you who I ship anyways. Anywho, I hate people who tell me what to do. If you want to be mean because of what I said, I don't care. You can't read this, or not. Miaa xx.]