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The Slave Auction Meme

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Warning: Be aware that this meme deals with dark subjects like slavery and may also contain non-consensual/dubiously consensual sex, violence, and kink.

SLAVES

1. The Newbie - This is your very first auction and you don't quite know what to expect. Hopefully you remember your training and don't disgrace yourself in front of your new master. Hopefully someone thinks you're worth buying at all.

2. The Oldtimer - You've been bought and sold and bought again so many times. You've seen it all before and don't think this time is going to be much different. In fact, the only real anxiety you've got is whether or not someone's going to pay for a more than slightly used slave.

3. The Pet - You're a pleasure slave. A bed warmer. A decorative piece of artwork. You're meant to look pretty and be pleasing and not much else.

4. The Guard - Your master hired you because of your ability to swing a sword or shoot a gun, not your looks.

5. The Escape Artist - Somehow you always manage to squirm out of your master's chains. Too bad you seem to get caught after a while. Maybe your next daring escape will be permanent. Then again, maybe your next master has special ways of keeping you locked up.

6. The Undercover - You aren't a slave at all, you're just pretending to be one. Why? Well that's up to you. Either way, your cover is blown if you don't act the part.

7. The Specialist - You have a skill that no one else has. Something rare and valuable. Something your master needs more than anything else.

MASTERS

1. The Customer - You've owned slaves before and this trip to the market is nothing new to you. Still, you're hoping to find something worth your while.

2. The Gift - Someone bought a pet for you, isn't that nice of them? Or maybe it isn't so nice. Did you even want a slave in the first place? Well you're stuck with one now.

3. The Giver - You're selecting a slave for someone else, and they need to be perfect. Perhaps you'd better test them out first to make sure you're getting your money's worth.

4. The Trainer - You specialize in taming unruly slaves and making them over into perfect, obedient, well-trained pets.

5. The Rebel - You hate the idea of slavery, but the system isn't going to go away any time soon, so the next best thing is to buy up any slave you can get your hands on and free them, right?

6. The Companion - You want someone to be with you always, someone you can talk to and depend on, someone who will never leave your side. It's a good thing that money can buy that these days.

7. The Undercover - You're not actually a Master. You're at the auction for an entirely different reason. Maybe it's special policework, maybe you're trying to hunt down a certain someone. Either way, your cover is blown unless you act the part.

As always, feel free to use a combination of scenarios or make up your own if you have other ideas.

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Jack can hear the boy's pulse racing under his flesh and he feels an involuntary come red haze over his eyes...they glow a little...were he a lease bloodsucker in a private place, he'd sink his tee into the boy and that would be it. But he is Jack Morrison, respected private citizen with old money and a handsome military pension, so he smiles and begins the haggling process.

It is disgusting.

He hates it. He hates every second of the back and forthing over someone's life...but he carries on and you would never know it. He's all smiles, polite head bobs- and he points out the things he's noticed and factors that into the price. He has already decided he is not leaving without the boy...but The Master does not need to know that.

Eventually they come to and understanding and an agreement. Both men looked pleased. Jack smiles in a way that reveals his fangs. That always seals the deal. It reminds the slavers what he is and what he has come here fore so don't get too cozy or ask too many questions.

"Gentlemen, it is truly a pleasure doing business with you."

Yuri stores up every one of those words. Each of the Soldier's criticisms to bring down the bid, the Master's smooth counters.

Scrawny - still growing - attitude problem - high-energy -

By the end of it Yuri's glare has turned murderous. The fangs do bring up a flash of fear, but he wraps that right back up in fury. He promises himself he'll find a way to rip out every single tooth. Broadcasts it through his eyes. He can't move, can't talk, can't stop any of this.

The rage is all that's left.

There's a quick blur of activity after that. Paperwork, handshakes, a bright flash of pain as Yuri's ear gets pierced with a tag (it takes two guards to hold him still.) Marking him as owned.

The Master bobs his head, his smile a thin slash. Pleased to have everything handled so efficiently, and that this particular customer will be leaving. "Would you like your order delivered? Or will you be taking it yourself?"

That gets a growl from Yuri. Another pull against the guards, desperate to hit something.

I'm not an 'IT'!

Jack placed a heavy hand on Yuri's shoulder and squeezed it hard.

"Oh, he's coming with me. I've got my work cut out for me. No time like the present to start whipping this specimen into shape."

He bows a bit to the Master...thanks him for doing business....and pushes Yuri along with him, not once loosening his vise like grip on the boy's shoulder.

Before they leave, Jack unfurls a large red umbrella and holds it over them. It is not raining outside, but it is rather sunny and Jack burns easily.

His driver is there instantly and he opens the door to the back seat.

Jack extends his claws and they dig into Yuri's skin through his shirt.

"Now is not the time to do something stupid."

Jack whispers in his ear.

"Get in the car."

Yuri jerks at the prick of claws. Half a dozen very stupid things occur to him at once. But where's he going to go? Even if he gets away from this guy - doubtful, the freak's built like a fucking tank - he'll just get dragged back to get bought again.

He mumbles something through the gag. Clearly not a compliment. Then ducks in, scrambling awkwardly to the farthest corner and jerking his legs up to his chest. They won't be a very good defense, but it's better then just sitting and letting this... thing do whatever it wants. Maybe he'll get a lucky shot to the jaw.

It's hard to get air. The gag is blocking the flow, and Yuri feels panic squeezing his throat. His eyes stay fixed on the Soldier, though. Refusing to back down.

Jack quietly folds him umbrella and speaks to the driver for a moment before sliding into the backseat and closing the door behind him. The small glass window between the backseat and the front seat is closed. It is just the two of them as the car starts to move.

Jack stays on his side of the seat, not challenging any boundaries. He can hear the kid's heart pumping and his wheezing breaths as Yuri tries to get air in through the gag.

"Well, I am glad that's over. Aren't you? "

Jack smiled.

"If you promise not to bite me, I'll take the gag off so you can actually get air."

How the hell is he supposed to promise that? And what else does the Soldier want Yuri's mouth for? Several ugly scenarios present themselves, each worse then the last. The Master had made sure Yuri knew what his fate likely was. How a pretty thing like him would get snapped up in an instant, to perform onstage... and off.

That was when Yuri began kicking.

But if he faints he can't protect himself at all... Finally there's a small jerk of his head. Agreement, at least for now.

"Your prick - comes near me - you're losing it," he rasps, between gulps of air.

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Jack is very careful when removing the gag. It is too tight. They put it on too tight...it is not only preventing him from talking, it is restricting his air flow. They've done a shitty job at containing him.

The statement takes him aback and it must show because he blinks a few times.

"Kid....you're ah...a little young for me, don't you think?"

Of all the things he was expecting to hear, that wasn't it.

Jack's stomach flops uncomfortably. Apparently not.

"I take it you're not disappointed?"

Jack sighed.

"Sorry. I should have expected something like that. I forget what they teach you sometimes. You don't have to worry. I'm only interested in consenting free adults. Power plays in the bedroom really aren't my thing."

He put the gag in the seat pocket.

"I'm Jack, by the way. Jack Morrision. You'll have to forgive me...I...don't speak Russian so I am not quite sure how to say your name....but since now you can actually talk, maybe you can tell me yours."

He smiles and it makes him appear very charming, despite every inhuman element of his features being visible.

"I don't know, you bought me," Yuri snarls. Then he adds, in Russian, "So you can go to hell."

Anyone with more experience would maybe consider trying to get on Morrison's good side. Take advantage of that charm. But just because he hasn't immediately jumped Yuri does not earn trust.

Yuri's head whirls. He's tired, dirty, and thirsty. They've kept that gag on him most of the day. Now he's trapped in a car with a - whatever this bastard is. Setting every nerve jangling. He stays curled up, as far away as possible. Glowering.

Jack held his hands up, showing he didn't have anything.

"Okay...you don't have to right now. Maybe later."

Yuri had no reason to think his...performance was anything but that...well, it was not entirely a performance...he was going to drink the boy's blood at some point. Not the way others expected him to. He did have the decency to set it up like a blood draw. It was an...exchange. One that he was sure Yuri would not be opposed to once he worked out that Jack actually did have his best interests at heart. That could take awhile. It sometimes did. Jack could wait. He had nothing but time.

The vampire sat in his own corner of the backseat and did not move into Yuri's personal space at all. They rode in silence for awhile...but again it was Jack that broke it.

"Sorry if I scared you back there. I have an image to maintain, you're a dancer right? You know about performance."

Yuri's name is in the paperwork the slavers handed over. Morrison can find out whatever he wants. That Yuri has trained in ballet since he was four. That he's free-born. That his own mother sold him.

Why is the bastard bothering to ask?

Yuri keeps his mouth clamped shut. Refusing to engage. Now that he's able to talk, he doesn't want to give the satisfaction. It's at least something he can control.

Jack shrugged.

The kid wasn't going to talk to him.

The last thing Jack wants is to scare him anymore than he already is. He sighs and pulls out the paperwork the slavers gave him. He's already signed and stamped it with his crest but he didn't actually read it. That was a formality. He'd get to reading it now.

Free-born? Not surprising. No born slave disobeyed so blatantly the first day of sale. Most wanted to get into the good graces of their new master...which could be incredibly frustrating for Jack since he would try to get to know them but they would instantly cater to what they thought he wanted to hear.

In that respect, at least, Yuri is ahead of the game. He has made it increasingly clear he does not give a shit what Jack wants.

Jacks slow beating heart clenches in his chest when he gets to how this boy ended up in that particular sale house. Shit. That was cold.

What does he say? Nothing could ever heal that wound so why bring it up.

The vampire looks up at the young man who is curled up as far away from him as possible.

He can't blame him. The boy knows what he is...well...not exactly...but he's probably figured out most of it...and he's sure the slavers have filled his head with all kinds of horror stories.

Jack opened a small compartment below the seat that opened like a drawer. There were several bottles-some obviously filled with water...others with a darker red liquid. Jack took out a water bottle and set it on the seat beside Yuri. He wasn't going to make the kid take it from him.

"You thirsty? You can have a drink, if you want."

Jack reached down and took one of the red ones for himself. Cow's blood. He'd gotten it from the livestock at his estate. He threw it back like an ordinary man would down a beer....coming up for air when it was almost half gone.

The slavers kept making reference to the Soldier's "Taste," but hadn't supplied more details. They seemed to think the rest was obvious. Yuri thought they meant sex... but apparently not?

Yuri's eyes flit from the Soldier to the water. Transfixed by the glitter of it. This is a sick joke. How is he supposed to drink with both hands locked behind him?

Fucker.

Yuri snarls something in Russian, obviously not a "Thank you." Trying to ignore how his words crack. He's too absorbed in that bottle to notice what Morrison's enjoying.

"Make you a deal. Don't claw my eyes out and I'll undo your cuffs."

The way the kid is was eyeballing the water, it seemed like a pretty good deal from where Jack was sitting. He pulled the key to the cuffs out of his pocket. Nothing but honesty here.

"I see no reason we can't be civil with each of their....Yuri?"

He pronounced it tentatively and it sounded pretty close.

Really? Civil?! That's almost enough to unlock the flood of abuse Yuri's biting back. (Yakov would be proud. Finally, Yuri has learned how to reign in his tongue - No he is not thinking about Yakov -)

There's a twitch at the last word. Yuri realizes he hasn't heard his name since this nightmare began. He doesn't like that this creep knows it. That weird accent twisting it up short and strange.

But it's better then "Boy" or "It."

His glare does not warm up a single degree. Pride warring with thirst. Finally, though, the water wins out. He shuffles around to face the front of the car. Leans forward. It's enough space for Morrison to work, though Yuri refuses to turn his back on him.

His muscles clench up tighter as the Soldier leans in. Strangely aware of the pulse in his wrists, throat, how vulnerable they are.

Jack moves slowly, but everything he does looks overly smooth, it is just part of what makes him him. He's gentle...but his hands are very strong and he does know his own strength, so he is very careful when he uses one hand to brace Yuri's wrists and another to twist the lock open with the key. He eased the restraints off, gently rubbing where they had left deep red marks from being too tight. Unprofessional. Jack sighed, but slid back to his corner of the back seat.

"There. I know you won't believe me. No one ever does the first time, but I have your best interests at heart. I really do. I'm not someone you should be afraid of."

That must be rich.

It must sound absurd...

'Don't be afraid of the vampire who just bought you, could legally kill you and will drink your blood. Definitely don't be afraid of him.'

It even sounded absurd to Jack and he was the one it applied to.

"Please...if you have any questions, and I am sure you do...just ask them."

Maybe Morrison should have continued on the whole 'Don't be afraid' angle. Yuri could use a laugh.

There's a hiss of relief as the pressure loosens. Yuri flinches when there's skin contact though, jerks away. Once the Soldier is 'safely' back on his side, Yuri snatches up the water. Drains the entire thing.

Rubbing at the marks, he considers his options. Which are... not promising.

"...What the fuck are you?"

At least he was talking to him, that he as a start.

"I'm a Soldier. That's the popular term, right? It doesn't really tell you anything, though. In common terms, I'm a vampire. Scientifically created, born and bred. It is what I have always been and what my father's father and mother's mother was. The perks are pretty great, I can't really complain-extended lifespans that with proper care and feeding could go on for centuries, enhanced nervous system-make everything I do supposedly better-motor skills, sense perception, that whole bit. No. I cannot fly or turn into a bat or a swarm of bats, but that would be fun."

He paused, giving Yuri a chance to take it in.

"Of course...in times of conflict, our countries that are responsible for our birth call is in and we have to report for duty. That's where the name comes from. No matter how you dress us up, we are fancy, state created weapons. It pays well, but...you don't really get a say in where they send you. I have been lucky. We have been at peace for many years and I have not been summoned for many years."

Jack nodded slowly before continuing.

"I drink human blood to survive. That is my nature. The same way you needed that water. It is why I procure slaves in the first place. I don't need servants...I....need a reliable food source-but....but I'll make it worth your while. I always do. I am not going to buy you okay? Unless you want me to. Some people kind of like that. It is really simple. It works like blood donation. You lay down, give blood and do it again next month. In exchange for one year of this service, should you desire, I will set you free-legally and help you on your way to a new life since you have allowed me to continue to live."

It seemed like a fair deal, once again.

He hated the whole slave trade, despite it making his life infinitely easier...but he was working against it in a way that someone in his position could. Wantonly freeing ones slaves without preparation or care was a sure fire way to get them killed or enslaved again.

"So you don't want to fuck me - You want to EAT ME??!!"

Yuri's head reels as the rage comes roaring back up, crashing into exhaustion in waves of crackling black. He hurls the bottle at Morrison. Not expecting it to do any damage.

There's rumors about Soldiers, of course. In a better frame of mind Yuri might even be impressed. But this is one more impossible thing, to believe in a monster.

"WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF DEAL IS THAT?! I AM free this shit is illegal!"

In Russia. But he's not there any more, and wherever this is? Probably won't care much about getting one kid home. He's not famous enough, only starting to get the roles he deserves - and now this.

Jack raised an eyebrow at the bottle. It bounces harmlessly off his shoulder.

"Well, yes. Not all of you, though. Just your blood. Shit, kid with the amount of money I just paid for you it would be stupid to kill you in just one go. Wasteful."

Jack frowned and held up the paperwork.

"No. You were free. Now you legally belong to me. I didn't do it and I don't think it is fair, but I am offering you a way out and it is more than anyone else in this whole damn country would do."

It was true.

"Wow. Am I supposed to be grateful? You're some kind of good vampire?"

Yuri yanks savagely at the car door handle. There is no way it's unlocked. Even if it was, what's the next step? His ankles are still chained, there's no money, no phone.

No one to call anyway.

He wants to hit something. Hard. Until it's bleeding. But the only target is Morrison, and Yuri would just end up breaking his hand. He is not stupid. Just young and terrified, furious that he can't fight his way out.

Jack sat back and watched Yuri's manic attempts at escape. He couldn't blame him. He could only imagine what it must have been like to be free one day and literal property the next.

The door is locked, of course.

This is sad.

It is like being in the car with a panicked animal.

Jack can't really blame him. He knows what he is...what he looks like and what kind of horrors the slavers have filled the boy's head with.

"Hey..."

He's quiet, slow...but he reaches out and puts a hand on Yuri's shoulder.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Yuri."

He leaves it there. He doesn't extend claws...it is just a hand.

Morrison's trying to be kind. Ironically that hurts worst of all. It's the one thing Yuri can't take. For an insane moment all he can think of is his grandfather -

He shoves off the hand. Covering his ears, wishing desperately for his headphones. Squeezing his eyes shut against the sick, hot flood trying to break free.

"Don't."

His voice is already rough, but now it's breaking into shards.

"Just - don't - touch me."

Jack pulls his hand back.

"Okay...alright. See? No touching."

He paused a moment.

"Did I hurt you? Is there an injury I can't see?"

Aside from the obvious one on the boy's heart.

"May I tell you a story? Yuri?"

Jack paused again, he was going to tell it anyway, regardless, but he'd give the boy a moment to recover. He was clearly about to start crying...which was fine, but Jack knew himself too well...he would touch him. Take him in his arms and hold him like a child-protect him. That's what soldiers do...what they were supposed to do...not...

"You remind me a lot of myself when I was younger, you know? I might seem cool now but I was a real firebrand at your age. Well, when I was your age, our country had its last great conflict and every Soldier of age was called in. Things went well for awhile. Most place saw us coming and they would surrender. We rarely had to actually fight and when we did it was over fairly quickly. This is what we were born for, trained our lives for...except...things started changing...very quickly."

He swallowed.

"They started asking more of us. Not just taking strongholds. Not just retaking what was ours...but pressing further. We had them on the run...but the enemy leaders were hiding in a village. A small, beautiful mountain town. They wanted to send me in alone and kill everyone, you know, make an example of the place. I didn't want to. There were innocent people there. Well, too bad, they said a Soldier does what it is told and they..."

His own voice cracked at that.

"They have a...a serum. They call it something quaint like "Doctor's Orders" and it...it makes us run on auto-pilot, Soldiers, I mean. No hesitation, no mercy...no human element at all. They just pumped me full of it and dropped me there. I don't remember a thing after hitting the pavement. I know I woke up in a military hospital with a media circus and a lot of medals pinned on my uniform."

He sighed.

"I sure didn't feel heroic. I felt sick. I...I didn't question anything again. I was a good Soldier and when the war was over...I came home and never wanted to go back...but...I know what it's like to be forced into things you don't want. I might have been raised with a silver spoon in my mouth but I know how it got there."

Yuri doesn't answer. But he doesn't interrupt, either. As horrible as the story is, right now it just feels like that. A story. Someone else's life, outside of his own head. It's long enough that he's able to get hold of things again. Breaths growing deeper. The awful push behind his eyes fading.

He couldn't even cry at the funeral.

Crying for himself seems so incredibly selfish.

It's unclear what he's supposed to say to all of that. That sounds fucked up. If it's real. Probably it is. Shitty country like this, it's not a stretch. Why should they treat their army any better then people.

For a while Yuri stares out the window. Not really seeing anything.

"...Then why can't you just let me go. Why a year."

Jack nodded, that was a fair question.

"Well, a couple of reasons. One. Your warranty is up."

He held up the paperwork and pointed to a paragraph.

"You are guaranteed for one full year. If you expire before that, I can trade in your body for a new slave. Weird reading stuff like that, just, who wrote that?"

Jack made a displeased face but looked up.

"Two, like it or not I do need human blood to survive and I need to get it from somewhere. Three-these things take time to set up successfully. In order to make sure it keeps, in it only need to sign the paperwork, I need to get you out of the country to a safe drop off where a bunch of slavers aren't laying in wait. That would defeat the whole purpose. Four, we aren't good to anyone dead. If I made a habit of letting my new acquisitions go immediately, while not technically illegal, it sends the wrong kind of message to any government officials. They think my rebellious streak ended after on shot of Doc And I don't want them finding out otherwise. Then what good am I if I am taken in for reconditioning?"

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