Rory opened his eyes to flashing lights. His vision foggy , his head aching. He cringed away, blinking repeatedly. Where exactly was he? His vision soon cleared up, only to see many pair of eyes staring at him, with a hunger and lust filled gaze. "Where to start with this one.. 250 thousand?" A women's voice boomed. Numbers and prices filled up the room, that is until a voice flooded the whole room, silencing the havoc. "5 million." A deep, chilling voice that leaked with dominance said. "Ahh.. How rare of you to show up Reed, darling." The women said. He looked around trying to grasp where He was. What were they betting on? "5 million for a mere mortal boy? Are you sure Reed. He looks a little.. Weak." She said, her voice laced with amusement. "Still questioning my choices, Mercy?" His tone serious. "Of course not. Going once? Twice? 5 million it is." And that was all he remembered before a bag was put over his head, a weird scented cloth put over his face. -A very cliche story-
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