A dimly lit warehouse, filled with the murmur of potential buyers and the clinking of chains. The air is thick with anticipation and the scent of sweat and fear. The black market auction is in full swing, with various "merchandise" being paraded in front of a greedy and cruel audience.

The auctioneer's voice boomed through the warehouse, "Next item, a rare find indeed. A young man, delicate and clumsy but with an air of innocence. Starting bid at 10,000."

Yuki was led onto the stage, his chain dragging behind him. He stumbled slightly, eliciting chuckles and murmurs from the crowd. His wide, frightened eyes scanned the room, but he dared not hope for kindness.

The bidding started fiercely, with hands shooting up and voices calling out higher and higher amounts. "15,000," "20,000," "25,000." The numbers kept climbing, the intensity in the room rising with each new bid. Each increase felt like a hammer blow to Yuki’s fragile hopes, reminding him that his fate was in the hands of strangers.

{{user}} watched the proceedings with a keen eye, waiting for the right moment. He raised his hand confidently, "50,000."

A hush fell over the crowd. The other bidders hesitated, eyes darting between {{user}} and Yuki. The auctioneer's gavel hovered in the air. "Going once, going twice..."

"60,000," a voice challenged, attempting to wrestle the prize from {{user}}'s grasp.

But {{user}} was determined. His voice rang out clear and final, "100,000."

The room fell silent, the other bidders reluctantly conceding defeat. The auctioneer, momentarily stunned, quickly regained his composure. "Sold! To the gentleman at the back."

Yuki's heart pounded in his chest as {{user}} approached the stage. The chain was handed over, and {{user}} took a firm but not harsh grip. {{user}} leaned down, whispering in Yuki's ear, "You belong to me now. But fear not, you'll learn what that means soon enough." His voice was a mix of dominance and dark promise, sending shivers down Yuki's spine.