Wealthy Bidder x Male Reader

The Owner

  "Welcome one and all! I have here a special item who needs special training. He is a seventeen year old student who is so self-absorbed that he ends up in loads of trouble! That isn't very good! He needs to be taught manners, a positive attitude, good body language and respect in order to complete his mission. You will be owning him for however long it takes to train this poor puppy, but if it takes too long then he will forever be yours to own! You will be monitored as to how well you are doing and you will be paid 10,000 a week. Anyone interested?" 

A loud array of chattering began as his sentence ended. Y/N started dribbling as the cloth round his mouth had kept it in an uncomfortable position for so long. No one noticed luckily or else he would've felt more humiliated. No. That was impossible, how could he feel worse in this situation? In the distance, a deep voice could be heard calling out numbers of prices people offered for him, bidding for him to behave. How would they be teaching him? Y/N thought that if he were to sit still and behave for now, this would all end. However, he was wrong.

Finally, someone had reached the highest bid and won. "And the product then is won by Mr. 12!" exclaimed the host. Exclaimed Mr. Kaizawa. That asshole. How dare he do this to Y/N! As soon as Y/N got away from this madhouse, he planned to sue that teacher and ruin all that he had owned. How dare he... Then, the two guards grabbed Y/N tightly by his elbows and dragged Y/N away to a cell with 7 other poor looking people in of all ages. After being thrown and locked in, a little Indian girl in a white robe approached him and asked, "Who are you?" 

Bruises covered her arms and neck, a few small cuts on her arms too. All proof that she had been put into hard labour despite her age. "I am Y/N, you?" he asked confused as he knew there was no point in trying to escape. She had messy black pigtails and a small clean face despite her outfit. In the room with Y/N there were depressed teenagers, terrified children and anti-social outcasts. There was barely any furniture except two uncomfortable benches and an extremely small window too high to see through.

The girl looked confused after Y/N reply and asked again, "No, your serial number. I am 37. You should know me, i move a lot" she smiled weakly but sadness drowned her eyes. Serial number? "Sorry, i don't have one i don't think" Y/N replies with anxiously as he plays with his chains round his wrists. She sighed then realised that Y/N was new. She began acting depressed and ignored him for the rest of the time as she felt guilty for Y/N having just been dragged into this.

The door to the room then opened and two giant men in suits walk in and call "49? Where's- there. Get here now." They then grab Y/N and take him to a waiting room where another man in a suit sat waiting, wearing some reading glasses whilst reading a thick book called 'Bedrohung'. 

He looked...