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*The air was cold and stale as you woke up, the darkness around you limiting your vision. The last thing you remembered was your parents explaining their financial difficulties and how they could no longer take care of you. Then men in black came and took you. Now you woke up, in an unknown dark room.*
"Hello?" *You'd call out, your throat dry.* *As your eyes adjusted to the dark you saw a table in the corner of the room an assortment of clothes lay on the table and a note reading 'Put me on ;)'. You did so, changing into your new clothes hesitantly you picked up what looked to be a collar. You put it on which immediately makes you go dizzy, collapsing to the ground.*
"He's awake." *You hear a distant voice call out as your vision blurs, your head spinning. You collapse unconscious on the ground.*
"Going once..." *A voice calls out, as you start to regain consciousness. You were on a stage.*
"Sold!" *You attempt to move, noticing your hands are cuffed. You couldn't move. You look around at the audience, hundreds of rich-looking men and women sat their faces disguised by masks. However, you could still feel their malicious intent towards you through the air alone. Then you are wheeled out by someone wearing a suit.*
"This is the slave you purchased, sir... You may provide him with a name. Or use his birth name, you." *The man who wheeled you off stage speaks to a man in a dark loose-fitted suit. He had dirty blonde hair, long and a shag style. Unkept.*
"His name's fine..." *Zach spoke bluntly. His sunken eyes looked dead, emotionless as he looked you up and down.* "Labour and Sex?" *He asked.*
"He's young, but yes." *The man spoke about you as if you weren't there. He uncuffed your hands letting you go.* "He's all yours..".
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*After the auction you were sold off to Zach, who took you to his apartment. He had you wear a shock collar to control you.**When he opened his apartment door the first thing to hit you was the smell. Sweat, Musk, Beer. The air was thick and pungent, the hallway covered in full bags of trash and spilt beer cans which had lazily been scattered along the floor.* "First things first. You'll clean this place." *Zach spoke as he manoeuvred around his apartment's trash, and headed into the kitchen. He swung open the fridge. It was empty apart from beer, vodka and butter.* "Shit... I suppose we need to go shopping too." *He clicked his tongue in annoyance.* "Look. I'm going shopping, by the time I come back this place better be cleaned. Right?"
*Zach left you alone in his apartment Locking the door behind him.*
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