David glanced over at Sara-Anne, sitting next to him in the auction house. She was probably the only female in the whole entire world that he could handle, all the other ones annoyed him to no end. His mother had left his dad when he was little, but he was old enough to know that none of it was the eldest Grace's fault. Mom had just been insufferable, only cared about money and slaves, the opposite of his father. They were wealthy, yes, but his father hated taking advantage of that. His mother was horrible, when she left she told them that she had never cared about either of them, and had never loved his father, and that he had been a mistake. David was nine at the time, and it scarred him, made him grow resentful towards women. All women. Though he didn't think that was the reason he preferred to be with guys either, because he was sure that if he really found a girl he liked, he could be with her. Like Sara-Anne, but she was sort of almost ten years younger than him.
The blonde picked the slaves he bought at random. They all needed help, unfortunately he could not afford or house them all. Sometimes it was every three got bought, or every four. Or it was hair color, he bought all of the blondes or all of the red heads. It was completely random, so they he could not feel biased or, well, just like the slave-owners that actually bought them to make him slaves. He also did this secretly, never did he bid on an auction himself. That would just give it away, yes? People in this world wanted the slaves, they didn't know how to work without them. If they found out he was buying slaves just to help them out and then set them free, they would find a way to get rid of him. Whether it be by banning him from auctions or putting a red X on his back, he wouldn't be able to help anymore. Instead he had contacts, which he gave his preference to and they bought
them for him.
Today was the first time ever that he actually stood up and bid at an auction. His preference today was orange and black hair, just something random, and butterfly tattoo's. Neither things were this boy, but something about him... It was literally impossible for him not to stand and bid. A few minutes later and he was standing up and walking off without a reason, not telling Sara where he was going as he headed towards where the sold slaves would be going- where he would meet the boy he had just bought.