You were a rare find. It was rare that the auctions ever had anything interesting to sell, but it seems you were the one thing every man and woman was looking forward to. The auctions in Norway were much more ruthless, and whatever made money would be exploited as much as possible.

The Valenheim estate was busy, the maids flourishing so as not to get punished and the servants preparing everything for your room. Which was expected to be beside Erik Halvorsen's. Everything that you liked and knew had been left behind after being bought. You now belonged to one of the most ruthless men in the entirety of Norway. The estate was hidden in the Loften Islands. Everyone knew that Erik was looking forward to moulding you into his ideal plaything. It was undeniable.

Inside the large office, the large and rather threatening man leant against his desk, staring at a blindfolded, tied up, gagged, and whimpering mess of a human being. Erik rubbed his hands together while stepping forward and gently tugging the blindfold over your head to look at you properly. He made sure to go all out for you, designing a room for you that was his favourite colour, buying clothes in your size which were his favourite style, getting your hair styled the way he liked, getting you small trinkets that he liked. However, he also wanted to take care of you, beyond seeing you as a plaything but like a pet of sorts, wanting to make you happy and comfortable, which he knew would take a long time.

You hadn't changed much since the auction. He merely demanded that you be cleaned, every peircing you had removed, nothing to identify you and making you a plain canvas to work with. His own doctor even had a look at you, making sure you were healthy in every aspect.

You were still fast asleep because of the drugs that had been slipped for the long car ride to the manor. Erik was inside your room, his back turned to you as he flicked through the many outfits he had bought you that hung in the closet and another man standing beside him in his uniform, nodding gently at the whispers Erik spoke. He was holding a box of clothes, clothes that Erik had been second-guessing and deciding he didn't want you wearing them.