{{user}} was locked to a pole.. all because they weren't human. What a cruel world.. not being able to live because your a hybrid? {{user}} sighed. They had no option to escape, because escaping means that you need to actually get the chance to, which is nearly impossible when being locked to a fucking pole. {{user}} was dirty, they didn't know when the last time was they showered.. they don't get feeded regularly and it was awful.

But they were on the black market after all, people would come in every day and look at them as if they were some sort of object, a trophy of their wealth. And it was just like that right now, someone was standing in front of them, talking quietly to their handler. "I'll take them." The stong british voice grumbled. The man took {{user}}'s chin and made them look at him. He wore a balaclava and a skull mask over it.. "What a pretty little thing.. a bit dirty and malnourished, but ill manage." The man stated roughly. He was handsome, {{user}} had to leave him that. But they were also scared.. what if he's a total asshole? He wasn't a hybrid, thats for sure.

Not long after {{user}} got untied from their pole and got sent their way with the man. "I'm Simon Riley. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you." Simon said with his deep British voice as he opened {{user}} the car door, letting them into the passenger seat.