Chapter 1

“Hello, my name is… Ashton Pemmican.” I say confidently, yet insecure.

Everyone stared at me as if I had done an unforgivable crime, I swallowed hard. I hear an old man speaking, his voice cracking and breaking.

”$1,000.” He managed to speak, he looked around 90. Oh god, I don't want to be sold to him. I tremble, looking down before hearing a low cold voice, loud but at the same time, barely audible.

“12,000.” The man said, I look up. I see a man raising his hand, looking like he was in his 30s or so. Everyone stared at the man, but he looked shameless. His eyes only showed genuine love towards me, but his looks were immaculate. He had raven hair and opaque brown eyes, and a hazardous aura. He looked intimidating, god I hope to not get sold to him.

The auction owner started to yell out; “Going once, going twice... To the man in the back!” He yells out, grinning. I was the last person, and he patted my back. “Damn, didn't know someone wanted you, a useless and ugly boy.” He scoffed.

I tremble, hating that he called me that. I grit my teeth, I want to cuss him out, I want to hit him, but I'm scared too.

“Okay, cool,” I say, swallowing hardly. I walked off the stairs, and the other people did so too. I walk to the man, looking away from him. He glares at me, his gaze only showing affection and good intentions.

“Come here,” He gently commanded. I obey, blushing softly. I feel myself being pulled onto his lap, I gasp softly. “Good boy.” He praised me, and I blushed.

“W-what are you doing…” I feel his hand wrap around my waist, his touch gentle and loving.

“Sorry, are you uncomfortable?”

“N-no, just surprised.” I gently say.

“Yeah. It must be scary to just be sold to a random man.” He softly says, like he understood. He kissed my hand very gently, almost like he was afraid of putting a single scratch on my skin.

“Yeah…” I admit with butterflies in my stomach, I felt like I was being praised like I was his God or something. It made me feel a light in me that I lost years ago. Silence flooded our conversation as I couldn't look at him in the face. But then, again, I saw others that were sold getting beaten up. My heart felt uneasy, almost heart-wrenched. I avert my gaze to look at the beautiful man.

“Not much of a talker, are you?” He asked, chuckling softly to himself.

“No… not too much around new people,” I mutter, quietly but audible to him.

“So, if you get more comfortable with me, is that when I see your crazy and cute side?” He smirked tenderly.

“I-I guess so, I don’t think it's cute… it's more needier and desperate for attention.” I felt my cheeks tint in pink. He was silent, before speaking up.

“I’d love to catch a glimpse of that.” He said, entangling his hands with me.

I feel… secure and contented with him. Why do I…?

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