"It's dark. I'm scared. What is going on?" The not so dreadful thoughts came to the young boy's head. He was tied up tightly from his wrists and ankles, his hands were behind his back. The poor little boy had his pretty eyes blindfolded, but his mouth remained untouched. Yet. Where he was sitting is cold, cold as metal.

"And now let us begin, our annual auction where everything goes as long as it's not broken." His head shot straight to the source of the sound. He wasn't alone.

"A-auction?! Wait, where am I?" His meek little voice echoed lightly around the vast room as well as his sniffles. The boy's breathing became erratic as he shook his head violently, hoping that it would loosen up the knot behind his head.

Someone rattled the cage he was in and the boy froze. "Stop that, and be quiet!" His voice was grumpy and he sounded creepy, too. He sighed once his heavy footsteps blended with the awe in the audience. Yes, he had heard all the whispering people.

Minutes passed, later hours as he was still sitting on his numb legs. Every once in a while he'd try to massage them while the man was talking at a high velocity, but this time he took it easy "Going once, going twice… SOLD to the red haired woman in the back.. And now—" He could hear the distant drum roll as his cage was rolled to the front where the bright spotlights shone upon him. "— for our extra special prize. Let me present, last but not least: a young lad, appearing to be a early teen with a smoooth porcelain skin! We found him this evening on the streets, and assure you that he … well, you can imagine it with your dirty minds. So… we will be starting off with 1 million dollars!" The boy's blindfold was removed, his surroundings now bare and unknown to the bright blue eyes. 'agh, it's bright' he was blinded by the brightness and lowered his head blinking a few times, baring his perfect teeth a little. But someone grabbed his navy hair with a harsh grip and forced him to face the audience. He gasped at the creepy sight 'they all have masks on'. Well, bird-like masks on, they were covered in raven feathers and revealed only the lower part of their face.

The audience awe'd by his cuteness and some gasped, others would lick their lips like wild animals, men and women, but he missed those olive green eyes that practically screamed with dominance. The owner of the pair was lounging lazily in the back with his bodyguard beside him. He was leaning to his palm, which was propped on the arm of the seat. The boy's eyes became teary as he thought that how would they be like that, how could anyone sell a person on an auction.

'O-one million?! There is no way—' his thoughts were cut off when the auctioneer shouted, "We have a one million from the front, do I hear 1,5?"

'no' He could see some people whisper to each other, on the side were some talking to their phones, covering their mouths. The boy saw every tiny bit of emotion that the people showed him, from disappointment to amusement. "YES! 1,5 mill—" he got cut off when someone offered three million. "Who is the generous offerer for our little cutie pie?" the tall auctioneer had his right hand above his eyes, blocking the excess light out of his way. "Ah, yes, there." he waved at… her?

—

It felt like he had spent the whole night or day in this damned place, but actually it was thirty minutes. Given by how the auctioneer would shout "come on people, thirty minutes and all we have is 50 million."

Yes, 50 million dollars has been spent on this little scared puppy, unless someone decided to bid higher.

An old and extremely sweaty man raises his hands and shouts "55!" He sits back and enjoys the petrified face that the little boy showed. The sweaty pig hoped no one would bid higher so that he could have the boy to himself. To play with his fragile little body, suck and lick places the younger didn't know of.

Poor boy's heart sank, tears ready to drop when the man shouted "Wow, alright. 55 million dollars. Going once… going twice… S—"

"100 million!" A rather high pitched voice resonated to navy boy's ears, he looked up to see a skinny man standing up, he was correcting his glasses. He looked to be too young for this kind of thing. The tied up boy's gaze shifted from the old geezer to the auctioneer, and later on the highest bidder, who he kinda hoped to be his saviour. He wasn't that bad looking, meaning he didn't look scary. He was just a skinny guy who went puberty a little too late. The little boy didn't know how to feel about this.

"100 million dollars?! Wow, that is insane. Are there any higher bidders?" The man looked at the audience, everyone dead in the eyes, but they would turn their heads sighing and clicking their tongues.

"Going once…"

The auctioneer and the old man had a staring competition. The already sweaty man was drenched now in his exceeding perspiration, but still didn't give in to the likes of the death glare.

"Going twice…"

The boy stared at the audience dumbfounded, and at the twig who offered a shitton of money. He looks to be a regular guy, like a neighbour or something. This whole scene was just bizarre to him, he was too confused to think because of the dude, the bidding, and why he was there.

"SOLD TO THE… man on a bright blue suit…" some of the people stood up and walked away, few of them took a second glance at the boy and shook their heads. The mysterious man in the back smiled, stood up and walked out with the rest of the bidders.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Come get your prize!" the auctioneer shook his head while pointing out his palm at the little boy. The auctioneer and the winner shook hands and the bodyguard behind the boy opened the cage. The twig held onto him as he handed a cheque to the still stunned auctioneer.

The eyesore held out his hand to the shaken boy and offered him his jacket while leading them outside. The boy refused by waving his head as his hands were still tied, but his legs were free to go. He didn't say anything.

Outside the twig pulled his hand back which was on the boy's waist "I'm sorry, but the sake of our identity I must seal your eyes," said the twig, holding a piece of cloth on his slender hands.

The boy didn't know what was going on, he had seen the buyers face, so why would he need to be blindfolded again. He didn't want to argue so he sighed and did what was requested, "I understand," he said and closed his eyes.

The creepy fashonista cast his eyes down in a regretful way before stepping behind the half naked boy. The boy stayed still, fighting won't get him anywhere and he knew that the twig had an impressive amount of cover backing him up. Or maybe he just felt bad for him.

The boy breathed nervously when he felt the cold fabric touch his eyes, he held his hands together. The guilty fashionista tied a tight knot behind his head and asked "is this alright?"

The boy's heart pounding, hands shaking and sweating he only nodded, wondering in his mind that why was he being so considerate of him?

A man on his thirties emerged from his vehicle, straightening his suit and offered the man a thick brown manila envelope. He breathed out a laugh "here, your payment. You did a good job." The little boy stepped a bit further away from the man, because of his authoritative yet smooth tone of voice. He raked his fingers through his brown hair and went to fetch the boy, who he helped later inside his car, first whispering into his ear, "you'll be in good hands. I'm here with you now." He nuzzled his face to the small and pearly white neck and inhaled his scent. Well, maybe a few licks wouldn't hurt. "No, I must wait." Anyway soon his scent would be all over him, not leaving any trace of his past on him. So what's the hurry?

He placed his palms onto the boy's shoulders and lightly pushed him forward "watch your head." One palm now on his head and the other remained in it's place, where it now belongs to. The boy stayed quiet and bent down as he was ordered and slipped inside the vehicle, it smelled like leather and a little bit like ocean just like the man he was with now.