There were five of them left.
The auction had been completed and the five unsold slaves were huddled in a dark corner of the cage as the handlers argued about what to do with them.
The hand that gripped his belonged to a young boy he had never seen before and he wondered if they were all from different houses. The dregs. The trash kicked into the gutter.
Finally a guard entered the cage and approached the huddle. One slave fell to his knees, begging for his life as his pitifully small dick leaked between his legs. Another standing behind him started to shake and he felt that one's piss stream hit the back of his calf.
The guard grabbed the hair of the one begging and to everyone's horror, cut his throat.
The blood fanned out over the guard's shoes and he wrinkled his nose, turning back to the handler waiting outside and gesturing as they argue in a language he didn't understand. The handler clapped and nodded, then the body was dragged to another corner within the cage.
The guard knelt and in one flick of his blade, he gutted the still twitching corpse and began to cut off the hands.
The young boy began to whimper and he looked up with him with hopelessness.
"We go die now. We be meat now"
He had no answer for him, he was right after all. They were the leftovers. The scraps. They would be slaughtered and turned to food for the other slaves. Their lives were finished.
He felt a slight peace, knowing he would soon be leaving this place. There was nothing to stay for, no-one loved him here.
Maybe the silence of the void would be welcoming?
Bootfalls sounded as three finely dressed security men stormed into the room and began yelling.
A mistake. He had been tagged incorrectly.
He was amazed when they pointed to him and said he had been sold to a pleasure house. The thought of what was to come frightened him but at least he wasn't just meat. As he was pulled from the cage he remembered the child and made a grab for him. He never saw the club as it was swung at his head and the boy's screams as he was dragged to the corner were never heard by him either.
He woke in a bed, tied down. A large man stood by the bed looking at him and with horror he felt coolness over his skin. He was naked. His blush spread quickly.
"They told me you were still un-sullied. I see that this is true. You will reach a fine price for me. I can probably sell your virginity many times before you start to look saddled. Pretty boy, you will be a good boy for me" The man reached for him and he saw the whip as it is unfurled in the man's other hand.
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Phoenix woke screaming, writhing in the nest as he struggled against the non-existent bonds. The sound of the whip as it cut his skin still ringing in his ears.
Jack had run to him, blasting through people like they were made of ash, entering the room as Lazarus wept by the nest.
"What happened" Jack demanded as he cradled his lover.
"I don't know. A bad dream? A memory?" Lazarus panted and they watched as Ianto's convulsions and wails fade.
Once Phoenix was asleep Jack looked at him with his own fire raging, "Whatever that was, it scared the shit out of him and he's never had one of those before. This is your doing, this place has had him on edge since we got here."
"I don't know!" Lazarus insisted, in tears as well.
"Well, I will find out and when I do, I will set fire to the fucking worlds for him!" Jack snarled and Lazarus could only nod.
Yes, I believe you would.
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Thinking of shutting this one down too, shouldn't have started it really. I just missed them, silly eh?