Eddie
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When the meeting was over, Eddie knew two things.
One, he was no longer his own person. He had been stolen, then sold. Property.
Two, there was only one thing worse than someone he knew being the buyer. It was someone nobody knew. It was just a man with a lot of money.
Driving away was the scariest thing Eddie could think of. He was leaving too many things behind; his parents, brothers, his dog. He must’ve known he would never see them again, but he supposes it hasn’t set in yet. He was in shock. He must be.
The car stops, and nothing happens. The man driving was just an employee, a stranger that met him at the door and guided him to a backseat. Eddie presumed he didn’t have a lot of money, if he had to be the driver. It didn’t really matter. Nothing really mattered, anyway, if all he was meant to do was be property.
Eddie is guided to his feet, then through a large metal gate. Through front doors, then down hallways and up staircases. Rooms with open doors held normal furniture, with the occasional maid or servant. No real people, which was nerve wracking. Where did all the people go? Why was he the only one?
A room at the end of the hallway, and the stranger was telling Eddie to wait. Stand and wait here. For what, he didn’t know. For who, he dare not think it. Monsters lay at the edges of the room, shadows that Eddit turned into men with guns, angry mobs just edging to get their hands on him. This person could be anybody, anything.
His body was frozen to its spot, mind racing. What was he supposed to do in this situation?
The door opened. A man walked in.
Went around the desk in the center of the room, and sat down, fixing his suit as he settled. He looked up to meet Eddie’s eyes.
“Why aren’t you on your knees?”
Eddie didn’t even register the words when a blow came from behind, hitting him in his right side. His ribs seemed to shatter, and the wind was knocked from his lungs.
He doubled over, coughing to his knees. The man didn’t even flinch.
“That’s better,” he said satisfactorily. “We’ll have to work on your efficiency, but this will do.”
He jerks his head up quickly to view the bodyguard behind the newest employee. “Take him to the rooms, would you?”
A grunt escapes the guard, who grabs Eddie’s hair, and starts to drag him out of the room. Kicking and screaming, they make it out into the hallway and the door closes.
Eddie struggles, his hands desperately grabbing onto the arm attached to his hair, fingers snaked through to the scalp.
It hurts, gods, it hurts. It felt like his head was going to detach, his scalp ripped clean off. Pain spread through his side, where he was hit, and now his back, where he’s being dragged against hardwood floors. The unrelenting grip doesn’t hold back, and tosses Eddie into a seemingly random room, and then doubles down and punches him in the same side.
Eddie groans, collapsing to his knees again. His ribs ached, stomach heaving. This situation is familiar, but now he’s alone. The room is empty, spare a cot in the corner. Not even a window.
His new home.
