Warnings: kidnapping, slavery, dub-con, mild gore and body horror

Wrapped In Honey

Sam didn't like the Food Market. He saw the necessity of it in a place like this with a high population of beings feeding on humans but that didn't mean he liked the idea.

Maybe it was because his needs didn't kill the human in question or that he needed him to be a willing participant, however, it was just wrong to buy humans like bread in a supermarket.

Snatched all over the country – runaways, homeless people, illegals, people nobody would miss, people nobody cared about – and carted here so the monsters could feast without drawing attention to themselves.

So far Sam had always relied on his own seducing skills, finding a willing partner whenever he needed one, but that was time-consuming and didn't always end the way he was hoping for. And hunger was a dangerous companion. Making one desperate and sloppy.

Maybe it was time for a constant food supply.

Sam entered the unmarked side-entrance of a building that claimed to be an insurance company. Closing the door behind him, he found himself in a short hallway with a guard blocking the door at the other end.

For a second they sized each other up but then the man stepped aside and made an inviting gesture.

"First time, sir?" He asked politely. The man wasn't human, that much was clear, probably a werewolf from the pack running this place.

Sam swallowed thickly and nodded. This was a bad idea he should turn and just leave. Instead he stepped closer.

"Alright, sir." The man opened the door which led to a staircase. "Just go one floor down, Mr. Briggs will be right there for you."

Sam mumbled a "thanks" and distantly heard the man talking into his radio, announcing the arrival of a customer.

By the time Sam reached the only door at the bottom of the stairs another man, Mr. Briggs he guessed, already waited for him.

They shook hands, his hand warm and doughy in Sam's, and Mr. Briggs didn't waste a minute before he started his spiel.

Since Sam was a first time customer he got the whole speech. Mr. Briggs assured him that this was completely save, no police would come to look for the cargo and Sam wouldn't catch any disease from consuming it. Not once did he call them human or people, always cargo.

"Discreet, clean and safe." Mr. Briggs finished his speech with his slogan.

Sam bit back the comment on his tongue and told himself that he should at least have a look. If he bought one before he ended as vampire chow, that was a good thing, right?

It was hypocritical, that was what it was, and he knew it. He wasn't better than a vamp or a were no matter how hard he tried to convince himself. Thinking about it, he was worse. The others who actually ate their victims did so at least rather quickly. Sam was looking for a long-term solution.

"So, Mr. Campbell." The man rubbed his hands like a cheap salesman. Which he technically was. "What are you looking for today?"

"Male." Sam answered. "Between twenty and thirty. Attractive." He kept it simple because he wasn't exactly sure what he was looking for. He needed to see the man.

With the wide spectrum of beings the Food Market supplied with fresh humans they had a similar wide spectrum of humans available at all times, Sam knew that and he was pretty sure that he would find what he was looking for.

"We have a few of those in stock." Mr. Briggs led the way to what Sam assumed was the showing area; long corridors with windows on the sides, five to ten people in each cell. Women, men, children, all sorted in nice little boxes.

"Why the windows?" Sam asked while he followed Mr. Briggs down the aisle. Most of the prisoners sat on the floor on simple mats, looking everywhere but the two men outside.

"At first we had bars. We have a spell in place to prevent them from escaping or attacking us but that don't keep them from throwing the contents of the waste buckets at customers." He shrugged. "This is more hygienic and it keeps the noise down."

Now Sam noticed how quiet it was. There must have been hundreds of humans in these cells but Sam only heard soft voices in the distance, more likely other customers than prisoners.

"Left, sir." Mr. Briggs directed Sam down another aisle. "You should have a look at F/5-8."

When they reached cell number five in corridor F Mr. Briggs pressed a buzzer next to the window and the men inside the cell hurried to stand up and to form a line. Sam didn't want to think about how they'd been trained to do that.

Instead he had a long look at every one of them but in the end he shook his head. One or two were handsome, no question about that, well built and quite his type but it didn't click.

"Not what I'm looking for."

"How about one of these?" Mr. Briggs stepped over to the next cell.

Sam was about to follow him when one of the prisoners lifted his head and for a second their eyes met. The man didn't look away and tried to stare him down instead. Pretty face and amazingly green eyes but it was the intensity of the stare that got Sam's attention.

"Can I have a closer look at this one?" He pointed at the man who still tried to burn holes into his skull.

tbc