The Chains That Bind Us

Part 1: The Auction House

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*** Image: What the inside of the auction house looks like. Kinda***

I wake up to hear the owner with his gruff 50-year-old voice, and thick Russian accent talking to another man with a heavy Scottish accent. They rarely come here. This auction house, in particular, is known more for the trained or easily broken submissive pets. In my experience, they prefer the harder to break kind. Ones they can be rough with. Most of them that come here are arrogant and cruel bastards. He's going down the rows of "merchandise" quickly dismissing them. Even the ones called the 'perfect pets'. If he's dismissing them he won't find what he's looking for here.

"Well the only one left is him." The owner of this hell hole says stopping at my cell with the strange man. Isolated from everyone and everything, made of solid iron and steel with an enthralled glass viewing window the size of a 32" flat screen TV. I'm in the farthest darkest cell and I stay in the farthest darkest corner. Hoping to be left alone. "Why such a sturdy cell? And why is he so isolated? Is he sick?" The strange man asks. He stands 6' 10 easy and built with a huge buff upper body on a solid lower half dressed in a stunning black suit with a crimson shirt. I grin to myself at that last question. I wouldn't doubt it. The owner chuckled. "He's sick alright. He's madder than the hatter. The man we took him from was.. definitely a character...Anyway. He's also a shifter. He can't with the collar and manacles but he is. He's pretty ugly except a pretty and intricate tattoo that covers his chest. He's purebred Russian shifter, he understands English and Russian, but I've never heard him speak so if he can speak the most likely only speaks Russian. I wouldn't suggest him though sir he's way too much for you to handle. Too far off the cliff of madness that one is."

" I can decide for myself. Is there any way to get a better look? I can see his silhouette but that's it." The man's voice came again. Very dominating but it held a strange gentle tone. "I'll call him forward." he presses the intercom button. "Number 666 step forward and present." I growl in aggravation but decide not to fight. I step into the single weak beam of light in my cell. I'm wearing a black form-fitting T-shirt and loose black satin pants. Scars mar my face and upper arms, but they are hard to see in the dim light. I stand there my arms to my sides and my head high with blackish blue hair down past my shoulder blades. It's not like he's going to take me anyway. "And just how much are you charging for such a specimen?" the man asks malice in his tone. "Since he is a shifter and a very valuable one at that it's a small fortune sir." the man tries. " Try spouting your bullshit to somebody else, Lad. He's in-admissible at an auction due to his sheer power, size, and mental state. And I know for a fact very few buyers are looking at one so crazed as he not to mention his physical state. I'm willing to bet he's either on the destruction or the dud list." The owner grunts but sighs at the man's call. "Guess there's no point in bluffing anymore. The value is $50,000 in American but they don't expect to get it. He's to be taken away to a far-off island 2 weeks from today. We plan to try and kill him but he appears to be immortal. I dare say he knows and longs for death but suspects that it is beyond his grasp." He all but grumbles. The man stands there and I can feel his eyes boreing into me. I focus and glare back at him trying to intimidate him and prove my unwillingness to leave, but he only smirks at my measures.

"I'll buy him." the man says stoically. Both mine and the owners gaze snap up immediately. I glare at him through the glass with blazing rage and hatred, stepping back into the shadows. "Sir are you sure? This is not a wise decision!" the owner calls sheepishly but the stranger glares at him and makes a call speaking in a foreign language I presume to be Scottish and two others walk up behind him carrying briefcases and they open them revealing cash. The owner grows wide-eyed then shakes his hand. "Deal!" No. NOOO! Not again I will NOT have a new owner.! The owner comes over the intercom again "Number 666 come to the door to meet your new owner." I don't budge and growl enraged. "Come to the door or I activate your collar." Go the fuck ahead, I'm not leaving. I refuse. My collar starts shocking me to the point of unconscious but I refuse to move. Suddenly I start getting yanked to the entrance by retractable chain claws. Two grab each wrist and two grab my throat dragging me. I roar so loud the room shakes and I yank back with such force it snaps the chains, and I begin pacing the back of the cage my unscared eye blood red. "Unfortunately I can not. We're going to have to tranquilize him to calm him. He's usually obedient." "No need. Open the door." The man says taking his jacket off, handing it to one of his men, then rolling up his sleeves. Who the fuck is this guy?! Oh well, this is my territory. I'm tired of being moved! I'm not leaving this cell alive! The door opens and he walks in holding a leash in his hand. He stopped just enough inside for the door to shut. "Come here." He said sternly. I backed up into my corner growling and snarling. " one more time. Come here." He said firmer. I snapped at his outstretched hand then his fist raised and hammered down on my head spinning my world. The fuck just happened. My world was spinning like a freshly spun top. He only hit me once, and somehow I know it was not his strongest hit, but it sent me spinning. I was conscious enough to realize I was gagged by a damp cloth across my nose and mouth. I got lightheaded and dizzy. Bastards!! Chloroform.! Just before I pass out I look up at him in the eyes and I growl deep. He leans in and whispers "Sorry for the hit, but I need you out of here. Sweet dreams little lad." then it all fades away as confusion fills my mind.