Chapter 1

Damon's POV

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'Oh come on cuties. Don't you want to touch me?' Kathrine said.

'No Kathrine, we don't really want to do this anymore.' Stefan whimpered.

We were stuck in this room, and we were finally realizing what Kathrine had been doing. She only had eyes for stefan. She just liked me in bed. When Stefan and I had finally come clean to each other about Kathrine, they found out they both had been manipulated and been forced by their mistress to sleep with her. She never thought that they would have found out.

'Oh come on! I thought you both loved me.' Kathrine walked to the door and locked it. Then she did the unthinkable.

'Help, Help! I'm being raped. Get off me." She screamed and cried.

Guards came to the door, banging and trying to ram it open.

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"Hey you! Wake your sorry ass up." One of the auctioneers was banging on the door. "You have a new cell mate." The man opened the door and basically threw this tiny girl on the floor. Then he just left. Then the girl just started crying.

"Hey, hey. Stop crying. Here, in this place, you can't show weakness. Or else you get the whip." I pointed to this counter. A kid, who was about the age of 14 was being whipped. "So, do you want to talk, or even tell me your name? Or just gonna sit there?" I tried to make a joke and be sarcastic, but this girl definitely had some spunk cause she just hit me with the flimsy pillow.

"My name is Bonnie, and I'm not a little kid, so don't treat me like one."

"Ok BonBon." I joked.

We became instant friends. We shared food, and we shared our stories. I told her little about Kathrine, but only the bare minimum. And she told me about her previous owner, and how bad he was to her. He had finally had enough and just tossed her out. Every day, we became closer. New cell mates came and went. But we were never bought. We almost had finally given up. But then there was this guy. He became my second best friend, and Bonnie's lover. His name was Enzo. But one day, Bonnie pissed someone off, and they tried to take her to the whip. But then Enzo jumped in front of her, and he got killed. Bonnie wouldn't talk, eat, or even smile like she normally did for almost a week.

"Come on BonBon. I need you to smile, or else I might also do a fun strike with you." I joked.

She smiled a bit, but finally I got some reaction. She slowly came back to her real self. This went on for a month. I had now been there for four months, and Bonnie had been here for two months now. But today was our lucky day.

I woke up and Bonnie had been shaking me awake.

"Hey sleeping beauty. Someone is actually coming. To our cell. It's been like a month since a buyer came to our cell!" She jumped up and down.

I jumped up as well, and we brushed the dirt off of us. We stood at the cell waiting. We felt good like maybe this would be the day. But we definitely didn't look good. We were both so skinny, that my ribs would show, and Bonnie looked tinier than when she got here.

Three people walked up to our cell. First was basically the devil of all auctioneers, and then there was quite a happy couple. Probably in their late thirties, maybe early forties.

"So here are some of our unique slaves. This one is Damon, if he is well fed he is quite strong." The auctioneer gave the man my file. "And this is Bonnie. She is a pretty good fit for any house work." He handed the woman BonBon's file.

The auctioneer was definitely sugar coating everything. He was never this nice. But obviously he just wanted to get rid of us. But when they opened the files, they gasped. My file was not what I was really like. But obviously they were probably gonna believe the previous owners.

"Um, we must talk, in private." The woman said. The auctioneer pointed to a curtain.

"I don't know about this miranda." The man said.

"Well grayson. I don't believe what some of these owners say. You know how many owners say these things. I don't believe all this rape. A lot of them have said that. And poor Bonnie. She's been in slavery since she was five." They said a few things about whipping but Damon couldn't make the words out. "We should help them. I think we could make a huge difference in these kids' lives." She tried to convince Grayson.

"Ok Miranda. We can buy them." They hugged and walked out of the curtain area. "How much for them?"

"Um, about 10,000 each."

"Wow, most slaves are about 20,000 or more each. But ok." Grayson fished out his debit card. He must have been loaded. "Come on kids. We're going home."