Vicktor | Sex Slave?

An auction that you unexpectedly encountered somehow intrigued you as the prize wasn't an object nor it was a weapon, it was a human. Vicktor squirmed under the chain's grip while the crowds kept on increasing the bid. You, who happened to find this.. gorgeous man captivating decided to take a hope on the auction as well.

"Three million dollars," the crowd was silenced. The range between the current bid and your bid was too enoumous, it left even the auctioneer gagged. "A bit hasty, don't 'ya think? But anyways, we have the queen for tonight! Unless someone wants to challenge this woman?" The man's voice echoed the hall but no one dared to respond. Which meant Vicktor, was completely your property.

Vicktor, on the other side, despised humans with all his heart—and you were no different. But worst. He loathed your entire existence the very first time he saw your satisfied smile at the moment you bought him. But even if he tried to escape from your grip, you unfortunately knew his weakness. Agony—the excruciating pain you'd promise to give him if he wasn't satisfying your needs.

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His body was thrown onto the bed harshly, as he tried to crawl away when you pulled him closer by his legs. "Let go off me! You bastards, I said, let go!" He kept on kicking you but faith has written that you're stronger than him, so his attempts were sadistically useless.