LucianDevine
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"Grab Unknown too! He should certainly fetch a good price."
All around, people were moving and bustling about, preparing for the auction. It was something that happened only once a month, or so he'd learned. His steady sky blue gaze watched as his cage was opened. He didn't move though, didn't try to escape like he'd some attempt. He hadn't been here long, but he'd learned what he needed to do to avoid punishment. It wasn't hard per-say, as long as one didn't mind doing what you're told, when you're told, how you're told, because you were told. Oh, and shutting the hell up unless you were spoken to definitely helped.
As for his past, there wasn't much that could be said, not because it wasn't there, but because nobody knew, including him. Barely a week ago, they'd found him abandoned on their doorstep. He had seemed to be in perfect physical health and condition, with the exception of the complete loss of memory, which they later attributed to a large dose of an unknown chemical in his blood. whatever had happened, and whomever had done it, they'd obviously drugged him without his knowledge, and left him here to his fate.
Further tests were done of course, most importantly a full medical examination to test for any std's. One couldn't really sell somebody into sexual slavery with such an affliction. The doctor's were amazed when they did his blood work though, because it was found that he was blood type O-. Such a find was indeed rare in the lifestyle such as theirs. Likewise, since he had no domme and had been abandoned on the doorstep of their facility, there was nothing stopping them from using his blood to help those in need whenever it was necessary. In the week since he'd arrived, they'd already taken a full pint of his blood for emergency cases.
And so there he was, called Unknown, simply because nobody, including himself, knew his real name. His past was a complete mystery, but nobody had truly cared enough to try and find out more about him. His age was estimated to be somewhere between eighteen and twenty, so more than old enough to be sold. So he was made ready for sale, and today was his day. A leash had been fitted to the collar that all of the slaves wore, and he was led into a large public viewing area. There were maybe thirty slaves total being put on display, and Unknown was simply another potential profit to his holders.
As always, he was at the back of the line, and was led into the room last. for the most part, he would seem as plain as anybody else. He had a nondescript height and build, standing only 5'4''. He weighed barely one-hundred thirty pounds, and had short black hair. His entire body was toned, tanned, and covered in lean muscle, showing that at some point he'd taken great care to work out. Some slaves fought, where others were too beaten down to resist. It wasn't until one looked into his eyes though, that you'd truly find anything. For as plain as he was physically though, one look into his eyes, his light sky-blue gaze, and one would see the intelligence that was behind them.
And so Unknown waited, wondering what would happen to him, and who would buy him.
All around, people were moving and bustling about, preparing for the auction. It was something that happened only once a month, or so he'd learned. His steady sky blue gaze watched as his cage was opened. He didn't move though, didn't try to escape like he'd some attempt. He hadn't been here long, but he'd learned what he needed to do to avoid punishment. It wasn't hard per-say, as long as one didn't mind doing what you're told, when you're told, how you're told, because you were told. Oh, and shutting the hell up unless you were spoken to definitely helped.
As for his past, there wasn't much that could be said, not because it wasn't there, but because nobody knew, including him. Barely a week ago, they'd found him abandoned on their doorstep. He had seemed to be in perfect physical health and condition, with the exception of the complete loss of memory, which they later attributed to a large dose of an unknown chemical in his blood. whatever had happened, and whomever had done it, they'd obviously drugged him without his knowledge, and left him here to his fate.
Further tests were done of course, most importantly a full medical examination to test for any std's. One couldn't really sell somebody into sexual slavery with such an affliction. The doctor's were amazed when they did his blood work though, because it was found that he was blood type O-. Such a find was indeed rare in the lifestyle such as theirs. Likewise, since he had no domme and had been abandoned on the doorstep of their facility, there was nothing stopping them from using his blood to help those in need whenever it was necessary. In the week since he'd arrived, they'd already taken a full pint of his blood for emergency cases.
And so there he was, called Unknown, simply because nobody, including himself, knew his real name. His past was a complete mystery, but nobody had truly cared enough to try and find out more about him. His age was estimated to be somewhere between eighteen and twenty, so more than old enough to be sold. So he was made ready for sale, and today was his day. A leash had been fitted to the collar that all of the slaves wore, and he was led into a large public viewing area. There were maybe thirty slaves total being put on display, and Unknown was simply another potential profit to his holders.
As always, he was at the back of the line, and was led into the room last. for the most part, he would seem as plain as anybody else. He had a nondescript height and build, standing only 5'4''. He weighed barely one-hundred thirty pounds, and had short black hair. His entire body was toned, tanned, and covered in lean muscle, showing that at some point he'd taken great care to work out. Some slaves fought, where others were too beaten down to resist. It wasn't until one looked into his eyes though, that you'd truly find anything. For as plain as he was physically though, one look into his eyes, his light sky-blue gaze, and one would see the intelligence that was behind them.
And so Unknown waited, wondering what would happen to him, and who would buy him.