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Chapter Three
Keep calm. Breathe. Pay attention. Wait for your moment.
The words repeat in Carter’s mind as he tries forcing his lungs to work. They’re spoken in Casey’s calm, steady voice. Casey, who he hasn’t seen since he was sequestered in the dark. Casey, who Carter failed to save. Casey, who could be dead right now.
Keep calm. Breathe. Pay attention. Wait for your moment.
Carter’s moment isn’t coming for a long time. He knows that. There’s a possibility that whoever buys him might make a mistake during transport, but he has to survive this next part first. The part that involves him naked and strapped down to something, giving him a sick feeling that his bare ass is on display. He’s pretty sure he’s going to get raped. They haven’t done that to him yet, miraculously, but he’s pretty sure that’s what they’re preparing him for.
All Carter can hope is that it’ll only be one man. The man who buys him. Even though Carter is a virgin, he’s lucky enough to be gay, and to have experience fucking himself with toys, so he thinks he can physically handle a man fucking him. Mentally is another story, but Carter doubts he’ll be able to mentally handle anything any time soon, so he’s given up on that. Physically surviving is the thing right now, and Carter isn’t sure he’d physically survive a gangrape. Especially considering the current state of his body.
Honestly, if the person who buys him would just give him a bit of water and a piece of bread, he’d happily let them fuck him. Preferably on a bed.God, Carter would give anything to lay on a bed.Nice, warm, comfortable. Maybe his buyer will be someone who cuddles. He’d be so down for cuddles. For human contact. Comfort.
A speaker crackles and Carter jumps in his bonds. What sounds like hundreds of cruel voices break out into laughter. He knows it’s directed at him.What else could they possibly find amusing?
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d like to thank you all, as always, for making the time for-” Carter tunes the person out. He shouldn’t. Casey’s rules make it clear that details should be paid attention to. Every bit of information Carter can soak in could be what helps save him. Carter can’t, though. He can’t listen to this. Can’t listen to these sick, fucked up people acting as if they’re selling art or antiques instead of human fucking beings. Can’t listen to them talking about him like he’s nothing but a pretty object to bid on.
A pleasure slave. That’s the terminology the men had used when they got him ready for tonight. They had asked him, tauntingly of course, if he was ready to become someone’spretty little pleasure slave.He doesn’t know why they don’t just call it what it really is. They should have to own it. He’s going to be asex slave. Pleasure gives the wrong implications. Pleasure makes it sound like he’ll enjoy it.
A pleasure slave.
Carter’s so strung out, he nearly laughs at the thought.
A round of clapping startles Carter again. He has no idea what happened, Casey sayingI told you soin the back of his mind. Whatever brought the applause passes and the auctioneer returns to speaking. Carter focuses on his breathing and forces himself to listen and pay attention from this point forward.
Just seconds later, a gavel comes down and the man yells into the speaker, “Sold!”
More applause.
The owner is called up. There’s the sound of chain link, reminding Carter of his time in the dark. He thinks about the new collar they had secured around his throat earlier. He hadn’t been able to explore it before his hands were restrained, but he has a feeling it must have one of those metal loops like the one from before. Carter’s cheeks flood in humiliation as he realizes the people buying them are going to leash them like animals. That’s the only explanation for the sound of the chain link.
For the first time, Carter’s thankful he’s blindfolded. He hated that his captors had put something over his eyes before taking him out of the darkness, had been devastated at the realization he still wouldn’t get to see any light, but now, as tears form in his eyes, Carter is glad they’re covered. These people don’t deserve to see him cry.
The slaves go one by one. There’s a surprisingly large amount of them. More than he had thought when they were corralled onto the stage earlier. Some go for just a few thousand dollars. Some go for unbelievably high prices that stun Carter speechless.
Then Carter is hearing his brother’s name, and the crowd is jeering and yelling expletives. He realizes the words are all forhim. Terrible. Taunting. Threatening. These people despise his brother for some reason, and they’re more than happy to transfer that hate onto Carter.
Carter wants to shout at them. He wants to tell them his brother is just a soldier. One of the many soldiers in this country. Whoever they think Maison is, they must be mistaken. There’s no other explanation.
Carter just doesn’t understand.
The auctioneer starts the bidding with an impossible price. It climbs quickly.
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