Hello! I'm Paige and this is my first time writing a fanfic on here! I'm glaniacs on twitter and Instagram.
This fanfic is slave!kurt and although Blaine is not in this chapter, he is I'm the next! I promise! If you do not like this theme, stop and move on. No hate please! But constructive criticism is welcomed! Let me know what you think and if I should continue. I plan for this to be a long fic with drama and sadness but also love and happiness. I own nothing!
Chapter 1
Kurt Hummel. What does his name even mean anymore? Is that still his name?
well, I guess it is until they decide to take that away from me too, Kurt thought.
He never thought that he would be in a small cage made for a medium sized dog with six other people about to be auctioned off. Three were probably around his age, 17 and three were about 9-13. It could have been worse though, he could have been stuck with the guy he saw in the cage across from them with a long beard that had obviously smelt bad. Not that it smells good in this cage, he just imagines it does. It smells like fear and sadness, if that even has a smell. And if it is a smell, kurt is definitely reeking of it.
It all started when his father could not pay taxes to the government. He had lost his job due to being laid off, which the company his father worked for was told to do by the government. He had been one of the last 2,000 people hired recently, therefore he had to go. But there was no other jobs available that can suit Burt Hummel who did not have any options since his heart attack last year.
Eventually, they started taking things out of the house, things like Kurt's computer, his bookshelf, their sodas and tables. Than it got to the point where they had one small couch and barely any clothes and they had to sell the shop, which was the one thing giving them just enough money for food.
Once they sold Hummel's Tire and Lube, they were good for a while. Kurt found a job while Burt looked for something he can do. He worked at a grocery store as a cashier, and then found another job as a waiter. But it wasn't enough. They sold everything until they had one outfit for each of them and their house with just a few blankets and pillows. Kurt knew that he had to give himself up.
Its a cruel world, when a child under 18 is given up like Kurt, the family gets back 1/2 of their belongings and money that was in the bank before they started taking things away from them.
Burt Hummel couldn't believe that his son was taken away from him. It all happened so fast. Too fast. He would do anything he can do get him back. He wanted to follow the car Kurt was taken in that sad Tuesday and buy him at the auctions, but they make sure that you don't. Again, it's a cruel world.
The ride down was the worst thing in the world. They picked up so many other people, he couldn't even count. They were piled in one van with no seats or anything. It smelt really bad and everyone was crying and screaming, hoping to wake up from this nightmare called life.
When they reached the NSTC (new slave training center) Kurt didn't know what to expect. oh it's just where they explain rules and take me to wherever, Kurt thought.
He didn't know that he would be humiliated and poked at like some kind of sick animal being tested for rabies.
He was in such shock all he can remember is crying while they screamed at him to stop and having to get completely naked in front of many people to look at. They wrote down things about him like 'thin, chestnut hair, normal penis, blue eyes, responsive nipples, virgin, average height, gay, strong arms, defined jawbone' Kurt had never felt so less than a human in his life.
Now here he is, at the actual auction, waiting for fate to takeover. Or possibly karma to take over. He wasn't really sure which one. Both were equally terrifying though.
What if he ended up with an other guy in his 50s that fucked him every night and mistreated him. Or an angry man with friends who beat him up, or a women who has a kink for gay men and try to have sex with him? The possibilities go on and on. What would he do?
Standing there felt made him feel like a toy. A plaything that people buy to use for various reasons and then leave him alone and broken until the next time that they want to play with him again.
The guards then came in and put Kurt and the other guys on a leash. It wrapped around their neck, arms, and torso.
They took him to a section that was labeled 'gay and virgin'. He felt the blood from his face drop to his stomach. He had never felt so scared and angry at the same time in his life.