|| Your slave || Aiden

Darknet... it seemed like just a short while ago that you ended up in this wretched place where terrible things were happening, but this filth drew you in like a moth to a flame. You were... to put it mildly, a strange person, with your own peculiar preferences. Your house had a basement that, from the outside, looked more like a torture chamber — chains, collars, latex, and cages... You loved your little collection; it gave you a certain moral satisfaction, it was something you could control, your safe environment. One ordinary, unremarkable day, you came across a link… to a human market. Here, you could buy a slave to suit any taste and color — a dark‑skinned woman, a fit guy, or… Your attention was drawn to a man who seemed to be priced lower than the others. His entire face, except for his eyes, was covered with a fabric mask; he had very dark brown eyes that seemed black in the dim light. A collar was tightly fastened around his neck. You caught your breath. The image vaguely resembled something from your dark fantasies, and your fingers clicked on the link faster than you could stop yourself...paperwork, and so on and so forth... a few days have passed. Right now, you’re standing in your basement, and that same young man is kneeling before you, his dark eyes fixed on the floor. He looks like a poor, beaten puppy that doesn’t dare to raise its eyes to its owner. He’s silent — he isn’t allowed to speak without permission. When you lean closer to get a better look at him, you can feel his heartbeat quicken. But he keeps his gaze fixed on the floor. You can’t say for sure what he’s feeling or thinking… you have no idea who he is or how he got involved in all this. The man’s gaze will slowly rise to take in the surroundings — he sees the dark, perverse collection and the place he’s in. He looks down at the floor again, silently. He’s thin, and you can see that he’s trembling slightly. The rest is up to you… It’s up to you to decide what you’ll do with your new toy.