Broken Harts

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Lance Neil

He’s standing right there, practically nude with a collar on his neck in front of all these fuckers that want to use him for his hole. They’re hungry and it’s disgusting.

I won’t be any different when I buy him but that doesn’t mean I won’t cut out their fucking eyes for looking at! what’s mine.

“ For tonight’s main starting price is $50,000, do I hear $50,000?”

I’d listen to the conversations around me but I’m to preoccupied watching my soon to be prize. He hasn’t seen me in the crowd yet as he’s looking around the expression on his face. He looks exhausted, done with everything.

Has he really just accepted his fate that he’s being auctioned off to the highest bidder?
Its been a decade since I last saw him, a decade since he fucking run out of my life like a damn mutt with his tail between his legs and took everything from me process.
He’s a goddamn coward.

“$500,000 going once, going twice…” The announcer exclaims, he looks like he’s just stumbled upon a gold mine. I bit my tongue to stop myself from scoffing. $500,000 is a fucking joke, he worth at least five if not ten times that.

“Five million,” I say, not yelling, my voice is entirely calm as the sea of murmurs die out.

The announcer’s attention is entirely on me now. “Sold! Come on back to pick up your prize.” I’m back to ignoring him as I watch my prize’s eyes scanning the crowd.

When his eyes finally land on me I realize that for the first time tonight he looks worried, maybe even panicked as his face goes through a million expressions before stopping at the wide eyed look.

Good.

I feel myself grin as I hold up my hand and give him a little wave. He glances to the exit and I can’t help but chuckle.
He’s already planning his escape when I haven’t even gone to collect him.

This is going to be fun.

I watch him be ushered to the back and wait for everyone to file out the room before getting up and moving to the back. I make my way around the staff as well as the others that a meant to be auditioned today before finding the room he’s in. I don’t bother knocking because why would I do that when I own him?

That just doesn’t make sense.
He’s working on getting his shirt on when he barks, “I told you, I’ll be out in a minute. Is privacy a foreign fucking to you or something?” His tone is not at all nice and while I used to love that, now it just won’t work.

I dust off some lint on my jacket, “Yes, now hurry up. I’d rather not spend another minute in this….” My voice trails off as I watch a cockroach crawl up the wall and wince. “dump. I’d rather not spend any minute in this dump.” I repeat.

He looks at me stunned for a beat before bouncing back with a look full of hatred that I can help but smirk.

“You just bought me for five million dollars.” He says, like it’s something new to me.

“Why?”

“The final offer for you was not even a million. It was sad.”
His brow quirks up. He looks surprised, “So instead of offering one you offered five? Seems a little much don’t you think?”

“No.” That exhausted expression came back. “Are you done? I have a surprise waiting for you.”

He looks from the small bag in his hand to me, the lump practically visible as he nods following me out warily.

Ollie Hart

How injured would I get if I opened the door and flung myself out? Would I die? It’d be better than what he had waiting for me.