The A U C T I [O] N

[No.23]

A man in a shady white van pulled up to an underground tunnel, along with a bunch of other trucks and vans the same way as his. In the trunk of the van there was moaning and whining.
"Shut up!" the man snapped at him, throwing an old house phone set at him. It hit the young boy in the back in the head and basically knocked him out. When the man parked he got out of his van and opened the back of his truck. A teenage boy was laying in the back of his truck, half unconscious strapped in belts and his hands tied behind his back. He also had his mouth strapped shut and his eyes covered. "Get up!" he screamed at him. "I'm expecting high bids today and if your not presentable it won't happen!" the man grabbed the rusty chain and yanked the now awake boy out of the truck , grabbing his long white hair and lifting him in his feet. They walked into the tunnel along with a few people looking the same way with their kids, all for the same purpose.
Eventually they all settled down and crowded around a pale skinny old man.
"Good afternoon everyone! Let's get to the bidding!"

Eventually they called up no.23. The man dragged him in front of the angry group of people. "This is number 23! He's sixteen years old and has quite a nice scream! Fourteen hours of alone time with him and you'll let all your anger out! Let's start the bidding at three hundred dollars! Do I get a 300?"
"300!"
"400!!"
"450!!"

[Ash Greyson]

Knees pressed against her chest, the girl stayed silent in the tunnels, not a month ago there had been laughter and raining, people and monsters alike working together. But now? It was like a horrible slave trade, only temporary. she watched as one at a time, boys strapped and bound were hit and beaten until they were unconscious, or worse. Ash buried her eyes deeper into her knees, the soft cloth doing nothing but blocking out pictures. Even then, the sounds were just as horrifying. She sneaked a chance to look up and see a pale boy, 16 years old as they said.
300,
400,
450
How people could do that she didn't know. Her instinct to help him and runaway was high on edge, but she had no plan of action to at least give him a break. Buy him? Wouldn't that make her as bad as them? Ash shook her head, no, it wouldn't.
"1000." She proclaimed. what was she doing?

[No.23]

The crazed people turned their heads to the girl, giving her a cold glare. None of them had the money for it and the most biddings ever gone up to was nine hundred. No.23 shuddered a little, falling to his knees. He's been sold to women once before and it was completely different than what men do. They weren't any more gentle and violated him more than some men would do. He didn't like it, but what could he do about it?
"Going once, going twice, sold!"
The drunken man tugged the chains to 23's collar and dragged him over to the girl, tossing her the chain as 23 tried to keep on his feet since his drunken father screamed at him 'presentation'.
"Give me your address and I'll pick him up tomorrow at noon," the man said, holding 23's hair to keep him from running.

[Rose Scarlet]

Rose stood in the back of the crowd of people. She had a on a strapless dress that stopped halfway above her knees. She had her midnight hair curled and placed loosely over her bare shoulders. In her hair was a black skull hair piece that held onto a black vale that was drawn over Rose's face and was tucked under her chin. Through the vale everyone could see pale white skin, deep purple eyes, and natural scarlet lips. In her hands, that were covered by elbow long black gloves, was a black purse full of money that she had taken from her food after their passing.

Rose came to these little gathering hoping to snatch a meal from one of the betting men. Along with the bite to eat, would come money that they would have wasted on petty slaves that they only had possession over for less then 24 hours. Rose watched as a 16 year old boy came across up for his selling. Everyone began to beat the usual amount until a female voice shouted something outrageous. As everyone turned, so did Rose. She rested her deep purple gaze on a girl she had seen with Alex a while back. The girl never struck Rose as one to buy man for lust.

As the adult man walked the teenage boy over to Ash, Rose made her way over as well. Rose had approached just in time to hear the man request an address. "8294 Blood Dr.," Rose spoke when she was close to the group. "This girl is with me," Rose sad to the man. When she stood by Ash's side she placed on hand on her hip and smiled at the man in a seductive way. "I must say, you have a fine boy their," Rose said reaching in her purse for the 1000 dollars. When she had gathered all that was needed she held it out to the man and smiled, "Maybe we could get together some time, with out the large crowd and the silly slaves."