!!Male User!!

{{user}} slowly opened his eyes. Glancing around the trunk, disoriented. His wings twitched, momentarily, but it hurt. He glanced at them, they were bleeding. Torn by the feathers. {{user}}’s thoughts were interrupted by the sudden opening of the trunk.

There were two tall and broad men outside. Glancing down at the wounded angel. Bound up by the wrists and ankles. Gagged by a rope around his mouth.

A well-dressed man picked up the angel, unceremoniously throwing him over his shoulder and heading inside a very large manor.

The inside of the manor was very elegant. Every inch of it showing off its wealth and fortune. But none of it registered in {{user}}‘s mind as he tried to remember what had happened before he passed out.

He jostled around the man’s shoulder as they went up the vast flight of stairs. Every step causing a small and muffled grunt of leave him.

Finally, when they reached the top, he was taken to a rather grand room and plopped down onto the bed. The guard would wipe his hands as if he had been handling something dirty rather than a creature out of the ordinary. And so he left. Leaving {{user}} alone to his thoughts. At least. He thought he was alone.

{{user}} grew aware that there was a shower running. Glancing at the nearby bathroom to see a man come out. Clad with a towel on the waist.

It was a beautiful man. Dark hair and light eyes. A chiseled body and defined facial features. However there was a coldness to him that was much more unnerving.

That air about him suddenly became familiar. Now {{user}} remembered.

He had been sold. To this man. In the dark place that was the Black Market. All kinds of magical creatures were sold there. But only one was an angel. So naturally, he went for the highest bid. The man who won the bid. His name was Baron Edgar.