the auction

chapter 9

Here another chapter sorry for not updating been busy study in for test and exam but here it is

Also forgot to say before don't know Danny phatom :3
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It's been a week since Vlad won Danny and turned him into his slave. The young halfa was getting used to Vlad's treatment. He loathed eating off the man's hand. It was humiliating. He was also slowly getting used sleeping naked. If he didn't protest, he discovered, then he wouldn't have to sleep chained. It was such a small thing but it helped him a lot. At least he could sleep somewhat comfortably. The punishments were frequent, unfortunately. Danny refused to obey his orders and would loudly protest against them, earning him his punishments. It was okay though, at least he was off the red button's control…for now.

It was torture to call his friends and family and reassure them he was okay. Danny desperately wished they would look past his fake tone of happiness and get the subtle hints that he was not okay. Within four days of being Vlad's slave, he realized he couldn't rely on them. He was on his own; which meant he had to get a hold of that remote. Vlad kept that remote on his person at all times. Whenever Danny's fingers would graze it, it was pulled away from him and he was immediately punished. It was tiring.

Currently, they were in another training session. As much as Danny hated to admit it, he was getting better. His eyes caught openings quicker than before in battle and his defense strategies were becoming more effective. Vlad even taught him how to use his ecto energy to form objects like swords or bats. The best technique Vlad taught him so far was teleportation. Yet, it was a slap to the face that Vlad would teach it to him under the impression that Danny would not…could not escape from him. Still, he was getting a bit stronger and faster. That's not to say he didn't make mistakes. Like now, for example.

A powerful electrical wave shot throughout his body. It was stronger and more painful than the others he's ever experienced. So painful, in fact, that he curled up into a fetal position and hoped it would end soon; even if it meant death. He heard a brief, muffled shout of 'Daniel!' before arms were wrapping securely around him and rousing him to open his eyes. After the last painful wave of shock went through him, he slowly opened his eyes. Everything was blurry. He could make out Plasmius' blue face and bright red eyes. Groaning, he placed a hand on his aching skull and waited for it to calm down. He vaguely noticed that Vlad was trying to talk to him, but he couldn't hear due to a ringing noise clogging his hearing.

Finally, the ringing died down and he could finally make out Vlad's words. "Daniel, are you okay? Speak to me, Daniel. What hurts?"

"Every…thing…" Danny was surprised he managed to grunt that out.

It surprised him even more to see how concerned Vlad looked. The older hybrid quickly lifted him into his arms and flew into the mansion. Danny lost consciousness the second they phased into the lab.

It was a while later before Danny woke up. His chest ached, his head hurt, his legs felt like bricks had fallen onto them and bandages were wrapped on his arms, legs, ribs and head. He still felt that stupid collar wrapped around his neck. At least he had time to himself. He flinched when the door opened and Vlad walked in. Well, there goes that. Interestingly enough, the billionaire still wore that look of concern on his face. Why? It's not like he really cared that Danny got hurt, by him nonetheless.

"Daniel," Vlad breathed a sigh of relief, which only furthered his confusion as the man grabbed a chair and placed it by the bed. Was that so he would be close to him? "How are you feeling?"

Danny raised a brow at the question. How did he think he was feeling? "Like I got run over by a truck."

Vlad winced sympathetically, making Danny question if he was dreaming. "Understandable. I thought you would put at least a shield up for that blast…" He wasn't reprimanding Danny. Instead, he looked guilty. Why…?