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Zack pressed his head to the bars of his cage. The cool from the metal made his mind a little less foggy. It was his turn to be sold, or not. As people actually started bidding on him his eyes grew wide. Nobody had ever done that before. He started thinking about what he would have to do as someone's personal slave. Would he be treated better than at the brothel? Or worse? Would he have to learn new things like cooking or cleaning? Or would he just be used as a toy like he was here? So many questions went through his mind.

Zack stared at the man he was sold to, he looked nice enough. But Zack had learned the hard way that looks were decieving. His back still ached from the last nice looking man who had bought him for the night. Well, it was only the night before, so it was no wonder. The man who had bought him had been rather stressed from work and being a sadist, tortured Zack for several hours. Whip scars and burn marks covered his back, all but his butterfly tattoo, which was left untouched.

Zack's slave trader opened his cage and grabbed him roughly by the arm. The slave couldn't do much but follow him, he didn't have any strength because of the drugs. He was led to the area with all the other bought slaves. Most of which were sitting there looking utterly stoned. Zack didn't have to wonder why for long. The familiar prick of a needle in his arm told the slave that they had been drugged. Again. Moments later, Zack slid to the floor, feeling the full effect of the drugs. They wanted to keep slaves completely helpless until they got to their new homes. It didn't start happening until about a year ago, slaves who were kept in brothels tended to get ideas of escape when they saw the sun for the first time in years. Drugging them to the point where they could barely remember their own names solved that.

Zack had no choice but to sit there and wait to meet his new master.