This place. You'd been there at least a million times before, shoved into a line, tied to all the other man, shackled together until a woman so kindly bought one of you.

You were a defect. Something was wrong with you. That's why these auctions existed. But everytime you were here, you realized nothing was inherently wrong with anyone here. Sure, there were short guys, overweight guys, guys that most wouldn't find attractive, basically.

The lights were bright. You were the last left of two. Everyone knew what happened if you weren't bought. You were beaten and humiliated by the big men in charge of the bad and unwanted men.

You were just lucky to never be one of them. You took a deep breath, looking at the man beside you. Short, a little overweight, overall pretty cute besides that.

"Twenty? Do I hear twenty one?" The annoying woman yelled out, and you were too zoned out to know who was being spoken about, you or the other guy.

"Twenty two? Going once, going twice... And... Sold! To the woman in red!"

You were led off. You were chosen. At least you weren't gonna be beaten.

You were shoved to the woman fairly quickly and she smiled at you. "You're lovely. Come along." She tugged the restraint on your neck, forcing you out of the facility you were so accustomed to. She forced you into your car.

"I'm Felicia, it's truly a pleasure." She lied, very happy with herself that she had control over this man. "You're my little forced husband now, isn't that cute? I've been meaning to go to one of these things, and I saw you! The cutest little thing ever!"