Remus was terrified. Earlier that day he had been locked up in a cage, when a man came in and bought him since he was a 'mysterious creature.' Remus was in fact a werewolf. He had been in that cage for a few weeks. No one would want a werewolf he thought. Of course, he was terrified. He was bought to be a sex slave.
It was after the war, he was 38 years old, both Harry and Voldemort died, but Lucius Malfoy became the new Dark Lord and no one could go against him. A lot of people, even children, were killed. If you were pureblood, than you weren't killed if you weren't against Malfoy's new way. If you were, you'd get killed or sold as a slave. If you were part magical creature and wizard/witch, you were sold as well since that was… exotic.
Now a woman was leading him down a hall way and to a nice looking room.
"This will be where you'll stay." She told him before leaving.
The room had a desk, and a book shelve, wardrobe, a window, bed and a door, to what he thought, lead to a bathroom.
Remus curled up on the bed and started crying. He was confused, and depressed, and most of all, he'd have to service someone who he bet he'd learn to despise if he didn't already. He had no reason to be alive. His pack was dead. Remus couldn't help but think he should've died as well.
Remus didn't hear the door open through his crying. He didn't notice anyone else's presence until someone wrapped their arms around him.
Remus jerked forward trying to get out of the person's arms once he felt the person grab him. The person let him go. Remus looked at the person… The man who bought him.
He had brown hair and brown eyes. He was taller than he was by a foot, but he looked nice, although Remus doubted it since he bought him as a sexual slave.
"What's wrong?" he asked. His voice was kind of deep, yet still light.
Remus kept silent, watching the man warily. He sniffed, almost relieved when he couldn't smell arousal coming off of this man. He didn't want to do anything for him. Especially that. He curled up on his side, trying to ignore the man, clenching his eye lids shut tight, expecting to be hit for ignoring his new 'master.' Yet a blow didn't come. He didn't open his eyes still, figuring that he would be hit if he opened them and let his defense down.
He jumped when he felt the man petting his head gently. He opened his eyes and looked at the man, feeling threatened. He then growled at the man, who stopped petting his head, but still watched him.
"It's alright." He whispered, swiping his thumb underneath Remus's right eye, wiping a tear away.
"I'm here to service you, how can you say it's alright?" Remus growled.
"Being that as it may, I'm not going to force you into having sex." He told him. Remus didn't believe him though. Everyone was dead, how could he trust him? "I just don't think that you, being a werewolf, would deal well with being forced into it." He said, before returning to petting Remus's head. "And, also, I know your heart belongs to another and I don't want you."
"Than why am I here?" he asked.
"Because if someone else bought you, they wouldn't care about anything besides having sex with you." He told him. "I don't want to have sex with you. I have a better reason for being here. In time, you'll understand that reason."
"Who're you?" he finally asked, suddenly feeling small at the moment. His life was being turned upside down, he at least had the right to know who was turning it.
"My name is Lennix Bartro." Lennix replied. He looked at him and got up. "I'm sorry, you're threatened by me. I'm not surprised." He said, walking to the door.
"Am I the only one?" he whispered before Lennix left.
"No, you're not. But I'm afraid, seeing as you're a werewolf, you wouldn't get along with my other, as you'd say, 'slave.'" He sighed before leaving.
Remus laid back on the bed after hearing the door click, signing it had been locked to ensure he wouldn't leave. He couldn't have left otherwise, even if the door hadn't been locked. He was his, there's nothing he could do.
Remus just cried, and ignored the woman who knocked at his door, saying that dinner was ready. He didn't feel like eating. He just wanted to die.
Remus later on fell into a disturbed sleep, with the full moon just a week away.
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