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Toby stood, chained at his ankles, handcuffs around his wrists. He had finally been let out of that cramped cage, but he was gonna be sold soon. That meant that he was shuffled around, different men and women would come in and out, some of them aggressive and some of them calm. Toby didn't like the way they looked at him, but there was no way he was gonna speak up while he was nude. 

There was a silent auction going on, but nobody seemed to want Toby. This was mostly due to the scar on his cheek, most people didn't like how it looked. Toby sighed, and the auctioneer, his owner, just put a hand on his shoulder. This wasn't a gesture of comfort, this was just a less violent way for him to tell Toby that it was his fault.

And then someone else came in

He looked ... Normal enough, except for his grey skin and pointed ears, but it wasn't like there hasn't been other supernatural beings here. His eyes immediately fell onto Toby, who looked down, a rush of embarrassment hitting him. The man walked over to the auctioneer, and pointed to Toby, a way of asking to touch him. The man just nodded, watching the door as Jack looked over at Toby. He put a hand on his face, tracing the scar with his thumb. Toby tensed, the same hand went up to his hair, fingers running through it. Jack hummed, and flashed his teeth, Toby did the same, his teeth were almost perfect, almost. He was missing one, but it wasn't obvious unless he smiled really hard. Jack smiled, standing up, he motioned to Toby, getting the auctioneers attention. The man sighed, and held up two fingers. This was a sort of sign language, but basically the conversation went like this, "two" "two thousand?" "No, two hundred"

Jack seemed taken back by the extremely low price. "Is he sick?" Jack signed. "No- he doesn't like to listen" The auctioneer signed back. Jack hummed, looking over at Toby. He reached into his pocket, "sold" he said out loud. The auctioneer froze up, before happily accepting the money. He pulled out a key from his pocket, and handed it to Jack, who just put it in his pocket. He grabbed Toby's chained wrists, pulling him out of the room.


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Jack opened the back door to his house, coming in with Toby literally at his fingertips. He gripped the chain that held his wrists together, and shut the door behind him. He reached into his pocket, " sit" he said to Toby. Toby got down, sitting on his knees as Jack did something on his phone. He looked over at Toby, and hummed, "stay" he said, walking off. Toby didn't move, looking around the area he was in. He could see the livingroom from here, and the ceiling was kindof high. The floor he was sitting on right now was marble, it was black, little specks of white everywhere, it was pretty but it felt so empty.

Jack came back, and looked at Toby. He hummed, not understanding what the guy meant when he said Toby didn't listen. He seemed pretty obedient, or at least he did right now. "What's your name?" Jack asked. Toby looked up, "Toby" he said, his voice was so low, he sounded shy. " Well- my name's Jack" Jack said, tapping a finger to his chin as he thought, " when was the last time you ate?" Jack said. Toby tensed, just thinking about food made his stomach growl. "T-three days ago" he said.

Jack furrowed his brows, even for a slave, three days is too long to go without eating. Three days without water could actually kill you. "Stand up" Jack said, and Toby stood. "Are you allergic to anything?" Jack asked, as he  walked closer to Toby. He pulled the key from his pocket, "no- not that i know of" Toby said, and Jack nodded. He unlocked the handcuffs, noticing Toby's bruised wrists. "why were you being sold?" Jack asked. He noticed just how bruised Toby's wrists were, how long had he been wearing these handcuffs? Jack rubbed his thumb over Toby's wrists, he felt kindof angry seeing this. " I bit him-" Toby said, expression turning dark. Jack paused ... "Explain" he said, holding Toby's hand as he guided him to the kitchen.

" He was c-choking me- i couldn't breathe s-so i bit h-him" Toby said, his face turning slightly red. Jack turned, and looked at Toby's neck ... There were no marks, and he was sure to get bruised easily if he was choked ... unless he was choked with something else. "He held your head down?" Jack asked, opening the fridge. Toby silently nodded, and Jack just- felt this urge to tell him it was okay.

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