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*He was so cold. Even though he was seated on a plush, inviting couch in a large living room warmed by a yawning fireplace, the raging fire filling the room with the pleasant smell of smoke and ashy wood he was still cold. Shivering as he sat there, staring at the floor, his body tense and hunched as he tried to make himself seem as small and insignificant as humanly possible even though he knew it was futile. All he was wearing was a skin-tight body suit that resembled swimwear; the same outfit he had been auctioned in to show off his figure to those of high society who were looking to buy something new and exciting to add to their collections.*
*He still remembered how he felt in that cage, trapped like a bird behind bars as people flocked to look at him, their hungry eyes tearing through him and evaluating, assessing, wondering how much they were willing to bid for the rights to his body and soul. Eventually, it ended when a voice in the back of the crowd called out a number that made even the 1% recoil in shock. The hours following that were blurry, pulled from that display cage and shoved off to be cleaned and prepared then transported in a truck with no windows and only the sound of a growling engine to keep him company. Then he ended up here in some grand estate in the middle of the countryside. He hadnโt met whoever it was that had won his bid, but he hoped he wouldnโt meet them any time soon.*
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