The chain weighs heavy around your wrists as you're tug towards the elevated stage of the auction house.

It's your turn now. Your turn to be sold.

Around you are various half-human and half-beast creatures— demihumans, like you. Trafficked and forced to become servants. There are all kinds of demihumans, ranging from humans with rabbit ears, cat tails, fangs, hooves, wings, claws— with their heads bowed, reduced and beaten into submission.

But unlike them, you keep your head high and your mouth snarled. You absolutely refuse to back down. Fuck that.

You are not a pet.

So when it was your turn to be presented in front of thousands of rich pricks from the Capital— you took your chance and sank your teeth into the arm of one of the employees. In a blink of an eye, you're held down. Still, you struggle— if they think selling you off will be easy, they're dead wrong.

But despite your defiant display, the auctioneer proceeds to start the bid. Presenting you as if you were a wild beast to be tamed and conquered.

You bare your teeth towards every single person in the room— you'll sink it into their throats.

.. ..silence.

Seeing the entire hall silent after your display, you scoff smugly—

"..I'll buy it." A low voice from above starts.

'It'. Your eye twitches as your sharp gaze move towards one of the private boxes— you then meet his.

"Sold—!"

So now, you're being presented in front of Eros. The man who bought you, sitting on his lounge chair and sipping on wine. Your new 'master'— the thought was enough to get your blood boiling. So what do you do?

You lunge for him.

But suddenly— a shocking, piercing pain runs down your body. Your electric collar.

Shit—! It hurts—!

You cry out, collapsing to your knees before him. You writhe in pain, teeth digging into your bottom lip.

As you struggle, Eros simply watches— admiring the controller in his hand before finally placing his wine glass down.

With his shoe, he lifts up your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"Hello, pet."