The Slave Auction Meme (Continuation from Bakerstreet and Other Starters)

[chaneystarr]

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.

( Meme ganked from Bakerstreet and copied here for more explicit content. Enter/Read at your own discretion. )

Comments

[electrod]

[ Punishment, huh? So this guy's a discipline freak? Makes sense, rebellious pets are exactly the types these guys seek in the first place. ]

I know what it is. Do you think I'm stupid? [ There's a little less actual venom here, though. His role is to give the man what he wants, right? He points at Elena, not looking at her ] I just don't understand why she needs to know.

[gentleturk]

[Rude opens his mouth to answer, but says nothing. Elena giggles.]

Don't mind us. Some of it you have to know before you sign it. [she taps the contract.] Some is important for medical purposes, for example if you're into asphyxiation and use drugs that affect respiration. Then if you're admitted to hospital with breathing difficulties you're first tested for those drugs.

[electrod]

Sugar, there are pages upon pages of tiny text of this shit. Can I borrow it, read it, and return signed tomorrow?

[ He tries to act casual about it, but he's very insistent. It's been a long exhausting day and he still doesn't know what to make of this giant shift in his life right now

But he adapts. He always adapts, and survives, this will be no different. So he pulls another trick out of his sleeve, and he turns to his new owner. Expression reluctantly meek, yeah it's a hard pillow to swallow— and he asks quieter for permission, as it was to his ears only, even though the whole office could hear if they paid attention ]

Can we, please?

[ And there is one more reason why he'd rather read it in the confines of some quiet and privacy ]

[gentleturk]

[Rude studies his redhead for a moment. It's obvious it's been a long day for him, on top of getting shocked twice in short time. Perhaps it's better to give him some time and rest.

Before he does reply they hear a distinct ding of elevator, echoing in mostly abandoned office.]

HEY, RUDE, YOU THERE?

[Elena reacts immediately, not even raising her voice.]

Stop screaming, you're loud enough to wake the dead.

[Rude walks to the door just in time to catch the guy - another redhead - who sticks his head inside and rattles the office locker.]

What, you think we'll get swarmed by skeletons? Here. [he pushes some papers into Rude's hands, waves to Elena and leaves.] Left it in interrogation room. Have fun, Rude!

[electrod]

[ Aaaand here he comes, another one. Reno grimaces, his face twists with barely contained annoyance. "Interrogation room" though, huh? Either a slang, or they really have interesting work going on here.

So he returns to sipping his coffee, as awful as caffeine at this hour is, he just stopped caring ]

Still, got work errands to do? Don't mind me, I'm not going anywhere

[gentleturk]

[Rude returns to them, straightening the papers. Those are most likely immediately recognizable to his redhead as his ID and all the contracts and other paperwork.]

Elena, can you fill only the basic data for company ID card?

[She nods and then turns to the computer, typing fast.]

Usual permissions, right? This way you'll be able to enter any common area in this building, sugar. [this is said to Reno.] There's a nice entertainment area where you can order decent food if the fridge is empty.

[The way she says it suggests that Rude isn't talented at cooking.]

How much can you spend on food, clothes and other necessities depends on the amount Rude will set as your monthly pocket money. [at the look she gets from him she counters.] That's what you're going to do anyway.

[electrod]

Pocket money? [ Reno whistles and livens just a tiny bit to pick up that challenge. ] With how much paperwork you were doing, baby-doll, I thought I'm being hired here.

[ Either way, he's getting far more privileges than any time he found himself in that position. Could be a double-edged sword. And suddenly, mysteriously, they have all his papers. All this shit Rude missed by doing under-the-table-deal. What's going on here? It doesn't add up, unless— ]

What's up with the fucking interrogation room tho? You don't think I'm just gonna pretend I haven't heard that.

[ He's got a hunch who might be there right now... ]

[gentleturk]

[Elena tilts her head and scrutinizes him for a moment.]

It depends on the boss, but you'd fit in perfectly. [a beat before she adds with a saccharine sweet smile.] Sugar.

[Then she turns a heavy frown at Rude, who seems completely unperturbed.]

Come with me. [he adresses his redhead.] You'll get your papers back tomorrow with your ID.

[electrod]

[ Reno winked and puckered his lips at her. But he didn't get to fire back witty comment before Rude speaks to him. He turns to his new master and springs from the chair, right onto his feet. Injury or not, there's still some energy left in him.

He puts his hands into pockets, throws a short jab at Elena ] Don't forget to get your beauty sleep. All-nighters are showing

[ And leaves the room before anything could be hurled at him (verbally or physically) ]

Guess I'm not getting the answer on the interrogation room, huh?

[gentleturk]

[Instead of replying Rude leads him deeper into the corridors instead of to the elevator. Most of the door around require ID card to open. He stops in front of one, swipes his ID through the lock and turns to face his pet.]

This is interrogation room. You know who's inside. [it's not a question; Rude's pretty sure his redhead figured it out after seeing his documents.] Do you want to get back at him?

[electrod]

[ Being led right into the place catches him off-guard. The door are sturdier than the others here. He knocks at them, and the hollow, thump-thump sound they leave suggests they might be also soundproof.

A moment before he was ready to just crash and sleep for 10 hours but now... Reno rubs his neck, right under the dark bruise the shock collar left. He feels bile raising up to his throat, and a twisted excitement coiling in his gut.

Of course, he wants to get back at him— but this could be just another test, so he shouldn't raise his hopes too much. ]

Fuck yeah, I do. [ He mutters with venom ] Are you just going to let me?

[gentleturk]

[Rude just nods, acknowledging the answer. Once again he's proven right; his redhead is as vicious and petty as he suspected from the beginning. On top of all the mixed feeling there's admiration— to survive so long without breaking and falling apart is no small feat for someone so mouthy and rebelious.]

I am. [his answer is curt, followed by another question.] What kind of weapon do you prefer?

[It is a kind of test. Most of those raised in slums fight with anything available at the moment, but as many do chose a specific kind of weapon.]

[electrod]

[ Weapon? Now that gets into downright terrifying territory. What's next, are they gonna put him into batting cages, to duke it out with others? Or maybe the guy's getting his fun by watching violence..? It all comes back to the warnings from a few hours ago. People bought illegally, turning up dead, these kinds of things

Though... shit, doesn't matter. Not right now. It's a chance he might never again get, so he's not going to pass it. ]

Woah, extreme much? [ Reno croons, puts both hands on his hips, and leans forward, just a little as if he was trying to get a glimpse past the door. ] Let me in. I just want to give him a piece of mind

[ Let him improvise ]

[gentleturk]

[Still wary and unsure of his footing, but admirably headstrong and willing to risk it for once in a lifetime chance to get even with his handler. Rude opens the door without another word.

The room inside is dark, bright spotlight focused on a man bound to the chair. Such a change from the self-assured asshole flaunting redhead's assets earlier— he's bruised and bleeding, the worst of it being his knee. Even if he'd survive he won't be able to use his leg. Rude closes the door after they enter and soundlessly puts his own gun and a knife on the table out of the bright glare. Small frown crosses his face at the sight of EMP rod carelessly left behind. Then he leans against the wall and crosses arms over his chest, gesturing at the handler - he's all yours, redhead.]

cw: this is getting dark and violent from here

[electrod]

[ Reno whistles as he saunters forward. After the initial shock has passed he tries to see if he can find it in himself, to feel a drop of empathy for the man— no, nothing. It's all empty, and hollow. Shows how low standards he got. No morals, not a dip on fuckin' conscience. There's this man he knew for years, battered and bleeding out, and there's just

—nothing

Not even a satisfaction for seeing him like this, and that's what starts to bother him. He'd want to feel something, anything, for fuck's sake.

He pokes at the man's foot, the leg with a shattered knee. That earns him a pained whine ]

Hey buddy, long time no see— [ Good place for a joke, it sounds tad unhinged tho— as he gets absolutely no reply aside from the sound of pain, something starts to stir in him. It's dark and burning, and threatening to consume him. The neck starts to hurt again. He leans forward trying to get into handler's personal space and hisses ] I said fucking hello—! Where are the manners you never shut up about?!

[ Still no reply. But maybe it's good. Maybe he doesn't need an answer. Maybe he just needs to let it all out ]

you mean more than their usual share

[gentleturk]

[Rude watches him calmly, noting the tiniest shift, tone of his voice, slightest change of expression. It may as well become a breaking point so it's up to him to make sure he's fine.

Handler finally stirrs and looks up. Perhaps it's the sound of familiar voice that gets through the haze of pain he's in. It takes him a moment to recognize the redhead. When he does, though, his eyes grow increduously wide as he gapes.]

Y-you?!

still worth a warning

[electrod]

[ Yeah, that's me, he wants to say. Maybe he does say. It's spiraling quickly— like something possessing him. Suddenly every little thing, every hit, every play, every threat, that one broken bone, or was it two or three..? All comes back to him, but one thing has changed since then. Since each of them.

It's not him who is chained here.

So he asked questions and got answers. Answers of someone too scared of suddenly being deprived of power but also answers of someone convinced in his superiority— but that all quickly turned into bargains, threats, and begging. Honesty doesn't mean much in the underworld, but confidence and the way you carry yourself do. Honour among thieves. Reno didn't come here seeking an apology, maybe he just wanted an acknowledgment. Or maybe he just wanted to get that fire out.

His blood was racing and his lips were dry by the first hit connected. He couldn't take it anymore and grabbed the nearby chair. It broke leaving only a leg in his hand, he twirled it before finding better hold of it. And he hit the man again

—and again

—and again, and again, he pummeled him like a freaking lunatic. For every little thing that his memory suddenly provided him with. With pure unadulterated hatred.

Each crack, each blood-spatter, and each muffled scream, made it only better. ]

cw: disturbing imagery, gore, violence, possibly death

[gentleturk]

[Rude is no stranger to violence, he's seen and done a lot of things. Not many things disturb him, nothing can break his calm demeanor. The way he sees it, that's something his pet needs to let go of his past. For a man his size he moves surprisingly fast, gloved hand closing gently over bloodied fingers. Being so close to his redhead he can almost feel the hate pouring out of him.]

He's going to die if you keep hitting him. [his voice is eerily calm, and he keeps still to not put any force on his pet. The handler won't live long, not with such injuries. Rude assesses the man critically; handler's face looks the worst, covered in blood and snot. He's bleeding too much to last for half an hour longer.]

Do you want to watch him die, or do you want to kill him?

[electrod]

[ Reno turns sharply to face him when he's suddenly stopped. He hisses, baring his teeth, but the madness in the bright eyes subsidies. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in— with a grunt he slaps off the hand holding him, feeling the pain of pulled muscles creeping all over his arm. For once, it's not an unpleasant feeling.

But hey there he is, stopped, pulled out of that intensity that threatened to take his sanity. He shakes his head and squares his shoulders— doesn't matter, he still has to look up at Rude. That's where his face flickers, before turning into a blank one that dangerously skirted the resigned expression. ]

The fuck is that question— man, you give me creeps

[ Says the guy covered in blood that is not his own.

He drops the bloodied furniture piece he was using as a weapon, and in one last attempt to wring back some control he tries to push himself past Rude, set on leaving the room.

In a heat of the moment, he'd beat the life of the guy and he wouldn't feel bad for it, that's for sure. But when it's suddenly framed as a calculated decision that he has to make— for what? For his viewer's pleasure, or to stir back his conscience. Maybe, just maybe, that's was Rude's way of stopping him from going too far. Or maybe that's what kind of show Rude's into. ]

[gentleturk]

[Rude allows him to leave without a word of protest. He waits for a moment until he's sure the door is shut, then takes back his gun and pulls the trigger. Handler's body slumps. It's time for cleanup crew to take care of it.

Sometimes he wonders if he has any conscience left. Perhaps there's barely anything left, but he couldn't let his redhead make the same mistake he once did. Rude shakes these thoughts off and leaves the room. His footsteps are so silent his pet may not hear him.]

First kill will bring more nightmares than it's worth. It's going to haunt you for a long time. [his voice is quiet, low in the empty corridors. Rude rolls his shoulders and cranes his neck. It's been a long day, and he suddenly feels tired.] Let's call it a night.

[electrod]

[ Reno makes only a few steps forward before he realizes Rude's not coming right behind him. He leans against the wall, trying to force away a need for cigarettes— he knows it's just a need to get his hands busy with something, anything, after he almost beat a guy to death.

He's not feeling sorry or guilty about it, but the idea of making a conscious decision to kill gives him a weird lump in his throat. And...only that? Is he that fucked up that's it's having a choice that bothers him, not that he could do it?

Fortunately Rude soon emerges from the room, and Reno is not aware of what happened in the soundproof room. He pushes it all away the moment Rude speaks. ]

Oh yeah? Spoken from the experience? [ He detaches himself from the wall and chuckles darkly. All too ready to get out of here ] —you don't have to answer that.

[gentleturk]

[It seems they're more alike than Rude thinks. But his pet is right, he doesn't need his answer. He acknowledges his remark with a nod and quietly leads them back to the elevator. Rude is silent through the thankfully short ride and when he leads redhead to his flat. It's rather spacious - large living room with kichen island near the entrance, big bedroom with equally big bed (only one, though), and a big, luxurious bathroom. The dimmed light inside is a relief, but Rude doesn't take off his glasses.] Do you want a bath right now, or some food?

[electrod]

[ Of course, there's only one bad, he wouldn't expect anything different. In the end, he is just a toy, an object. A non-person. The circumstances might be better than usual, but it doesn't change them all that much. ]

Bath. I ain't hungry.

[ Food would make him nauseous right now, that's his guess. So he heads into the bathroom, forcing himself to not lock the door behind him. He does not have that privilege, after all. ]

[gentleturk]

[After a short consideration Rude digs through the clothes he doesn't wear, joke gifts or random acquisitions from the oddest places. Almost all is brand new. His search rewards him with two Tshirts and a button-up shirt that, while still too big, his redhead won't drown in, shorts and even bermuda pants. These he carries as he knocks at the bathroom door and waits.] I bring some fresh clothes. Can I come in?

[electrod]

[ Reno doesn't register the sound of knocking. It's drowned under the sound of the shower, hitting him full force. In the end, filling a tub just felt like a waste of time. Not to mention, potentially dangerous— he'd fall asleep there. If he's able to sleep tonight at all.

So yep, no response ]