Oliver growled and tugged at his bonds. They were heavy and metal, and he’d been trying all night to break them only managing to tire himself out. All his training and what could he do with it? Nothing.
He’d been nursed back to health by a small villiage. One of their hunters had found him bleeding and brought him back to bring him back to his old self. However, before he’d been able to fully heal, a group of mercenaries came to their village, capturing young girls and boys to take as slaves.
Oliver had tried to fight them off, to protect the people that had saved his life, but his still mending wounds had caused him to falter and lose. Not only was he not able to save the young people of his villiage, but he’d managed to get himself captured as well.
He’d fought hard those first few days, so hard he’d reopened his wounds. They’d been treated, barely, and any strenuous movement felt like he was being impaled by Raz’s sword all over again. A twinge in his chest made Oliver stop struggling. He was next in this…. whatever the hell this was. He could only assume it was a human trafficking auction, and one of the guards forced him up on the makeshift stage.
He moved up, lumbering onto the stage, in pain and at least a foot taller than anyone else that had been up here. The low ceiling caused him to have to duck his head, but a kick to the back of the knees had him falling down to all fours, his wound opening and bleeding weakly as he stretched to catch himself. The brunette gave a soft groan of pain, and the room laughed as the man on stage gripped his hair, pulling him back for the perusal of the audience.
He said a few words that Oliver didn’t understand, and a stick poked at his wound, making him cry out harshly in pain. Hurried words were spoken above him, but he couldn’t really focus through the pain to try and decipher it. He was being sold. As a slave, and that was all he knew.
When the flow of words stopped, he heard a few mumbled words, and the crowd became restless as they waited for the next bidding to start. Oliver looked up as he heard heels click across the floor as his buyer came up to pay and claim him. She was beautiful, and if Oliver were truly honest, she screamed sex in a way he’d never seen before. She was regal, and sultry, and in his younger years, she might have been in his sights as a conquest. Now he had to remind himself that she’d bought him as a slave, and now he was at her bidding.
"Fuck…" Was all he muttered under his breath as the heavy metal collar was placed around his neck, and the thick chain was passed into her hands. He looked at her angrily, his eyes narrowing at her and sizing her up. Would he be able to get away? Not in his current condition no. But soon. A kick from the man on stage had him up on his feet and following behind her, down off the stage and passed the crowd to what he could only assume was going to be her private room.
Faith's original intent in this area was to take on the vampire problem, the creatures were crawling all over the place, picking off people at a rate that was alarmingly high. From what she could tell most of the population was perfectly aware of the demons of the night who fed off of the living - they were just too scared to do anything about it.
So she was battling that front, spending her nights taking down whatever she could and returning people safely to their homes, trying her best to give them whatever means they needed to survive.
And then another problem became apparent to her.
People were being sold. Men, women and children plucked off of the streets and out of their homes, forced to be put on parade before they were sold off to the highest bidder. There was no way she could turn her back on that, even if it wasn't a supernatural issue and therefore not usually something for her to involve herself in.
Already Faith had bought a couple of children, one only as young as eight years old. Stealing the money and buying them was the easy part, it was finding them somewhere safe that was harder, but she had managed.
This time around she had gone for someone else. Faith could see the defiance in his eyes, the strength and muscles beneath his wounds. This one was a fighter and she needed one of those to help her. So she bought him, putting on a show as she took the chain, showing no emotion as she gazed down at the man. They needed to believe he was nothing more than another possession to her.
Guiding him into her room, Faith tugged him by the chain to follow. "Kneel." She commanded, closing the door behind them. Still, she didn't trust this place and would need to keep up the act for as long as they were inside it.
