SO UHH.

I had this dream where this happened.

With Soul and Maka.

And I wanted to write it cause I thought it was cool in the messed up sort of way that I think.

;_;

Yeaah. Alot of the stories I plan to write in the future are inspired by the completely and utterly messed up and random dreams I have.

Rating subject to change, angstyness, Maka as the slave and Soul as the rich 'master'.

Living in a mansion full of slaves.

Funfun.


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The deep crevices of stone felt rough to the touch, the skin brushing against it glistened as light seeped into the dark, unpleasant room.
Faded, smokey emeralds scanned the stones intertwining to make a designed floor.
Small drops of crimson, silky liquid came down from the unsolid floor above.
If she was not to sell in the auction today, she would suffer the same fate as her former neighbor slave did.
Blonde uncombed locks swayed as she attempted to move into a more comfortable position on the stone.
She wore a white blouse, most of the buttons were gone, but enough were left to cover. A black skirt gave her decent privacy to her more intimate areas.
Looking up through the bars of the cage, she saw the workers preparing for the upcoming auctions.
This is the third auction she would be put in, the third one she would not be sold. The third one that would ensure her demise.
She missed her home, her mama, her papa.
Her heart was shattered, dried tears still gave her the feeling of discomfort on her cheeks.
This felt like a horrible nightmare, one she couldn't get out of.
She couldn't wake to find a comfortable bed, breakfast and a family.
Her reality was a nightmare.

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The albino male sat uncomfortably in the creaky chair amongst the rows.
In the front, there was a stage-like deck. Lines of cages exposed many females and very few males.
A man with long graying hair lead the auction. His suit looked as old and dirty as the rest of the dreaded place.
Workers stood by each cage, black curtains hanging above. Each slave was watched over carefully.
The room smelled unpleasantly like blood and must. Mixed in was the smell of rats.
overhead the foundation could be seen. The sound of dripping could be heard over the chattering rich folk.
His shocking hair made him stand out of the many rich, perverted males sitting amongst the rows.
One of them being his uncle, wanting to get him a 'present'. His uncle had black hair down his shoulders, spiking very slightly.
He bore a blue-gray suit with small indents around the sleeves meant to be koi fish.
Always had been disgusted with his uncle. Having to watch as the man brought home women for the intent of forcing them to work with no pay or respect.
He crinkled his upturned nose in disgust. He hated the thought of having owning a slave himself. Having to live in a mansion full of them was enough.
Scanning the stage once more, spotting a slouching figure with sandy blonde threads, before being cut off by a wooden hammer being banged to break his concentration.
He stuck his toned skinned hands in the pockets of his suit before preparing for the horrible auction. His uncle looking at him expectantly.
I hate you.

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She gritted her teeth.
A whip with metal lining met her back for slouching. She felt blood drip and stain the remnants of her blouse.
She sat up. Chains hanging from her wrists and ankles, an uncomfortably tight chain hanging from her neck.
"First up is Octovian, this darling little redheaded female.."
Her optics dazed as she tried her best to drown out the words and noises of the auction.
Bringing back searing, painful memories of her former life as her inner screen played them.


She woke from her 'daydream' when she was pulled viciously by the chains up out of the cage.
The worker whispering,"I can't wait to watch your blood drip, you little brat." Hatefully upon her ears.
She was yanked to the front of the stage and thrown to the floor, the chains falling against her body painfully.
"Here we have our little unimpressive blonde, shes cheap! Starting bid is twenty!"
She watched the crowd send whispers of disappointment. One finally stood up, a sigh spread across the overweight mans face.
"I can use her to do the laundry with, twenty five-"
"One hundred."
A younger male stood up. White threads directing themselves towards a side. Hands in the pockets of the pinstriped suit. The red undershirt matched the color of crimson orbs.
The audience looked in confusion for such an offer on such a slave. His uncle signed disapprovingly, "Its your choice.."
She looked at him in utter disbelief. He frightened her with his cold stare. He walked towards the stage with the older midnight haired man tripping close behind. "My uncle here is paying, now hand her over."
The worker grabbed the chains and pulled them high, choking the blonde as he kicked her off the stage infront of the albino. She winced pitifully in front of the male.
She stuttered to her feet. Fear in her eyes. She winced again when he reached out to take hold of the chains softly. When the relative he hated payed the fee, he wanted to leave.
He directed her towards the doorway and up the steps.
The closest thing to freedom was now in her hands.


DID YOU NOTICE THAT NEITHER OF THEIR NAMES WERE MENTIONED?

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