So I know I have another story posted that isn't even finished yet but I can't get this idea out of my head and when you have that issue, I guess the only way to solve it is to.. well write it out.. So here it goes.

Not everyone is involved in this story. There will be mentions of various characters. It'll mostly be Raven's point of view (Following from third person; otherwise using the terms like she and stuff;; for those who don't know what it means) I got this idea from some game/graphic novel called "Kissed by the Baddest Bidder." Obviously this isn't that story, it's my own.

Hope you enjoy this story! THERE ARE POSSIBLE TRIGGERS IN THIS STORY! Ranging from Rape to underage drinking/drug usage, language and I'm not 100% sure just yet.

This is an AU story. So there's chances of Ooc-ness and other oddities.

I don't own Teen Titans! I own this plot and that's it.. But hey, that's fine by me!

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Chapter 1: Sold

It was different than any other night for 17-year-old Raven Roth. She had arrived home about 8 and found her father standing in their living room with a couple of big burly men, waiting for the young woman to arrive home.

"Where's mom?" She asked, pausing to look at her father. It wasn't unusual for her mom to not be home when she came home from working after school. Her mother was a Trauma Nurse after all and worked the night shift most of the week. Her father's cool gaze locked on the Violette's eyes.

"She's at work." He answered simply. Raven remained silent before turning to go towards the stairs to her room. As she turned, one of the men grabbed her arm, tugging her back. The 17-year-old frowned. Mr. Roth continued to look at her as she shot him a questioning look. The man holding her nodded, grabbing her chin roughly and turning her head from side to side.

"She'll do." He stated in a tone that Raven couldn't place. Raven frown in confusion. She'll do? Do for what? She thought to herself. As the thought crossed her mind, the man yanked her towards the door. Raven let out a gasp.

"Dad?!" She shrieked as she was dragged out the front door of their home. Her father stood in the doorway, watching as the other man followed her and the brute that was now forcing her into a large van. She struggled, opening her mouth to scream before she was suddenly hit with just enough force to knock her out.

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When she finally woke back up, she felt groggily and disoriented. She brought her hand up to run it through her hair, only to stop half way as she heard rattling. Raven looked down to her hand and spotted a metal cuff chained to her wrist. She yanked her wrist up above her head. "What the.." She started before she heard heavy footsteps. Raven pressed her back against the wall as hard as she could. Her deep purple eyes darted towards the entryway of where she currently resided. A man dressed in an expensive suit stood in the way. A mask covered all but one of his eyes as he gazed at her.

"Do you know why you're here?" He asked, coolly. His voice was monotone, cold and uncaring. She shook her head. He chuckled darkly. "Your father owes me a lot of money. Money that he can't repay. In order to repay that debt he owes, he has given you to me to sell so that I may reclaim the money he owes me."

Raven's eyes widened. Her father had sold her to this man? Her father who had always taken such good care of her and her mother. She felt her lip tremble at the thought and frowned, trying to cover the sadness that had struck her with those cold and bitter words. She shook her head. "You're lying..." She responded quietly. The man laughed coldly.

"Oh, my dear child... I'm telling the truth. I find it far more entertaining to tell the truth." He stated pure amusement in his voice. She felt her shoulder sag, unable to cover the tears that now built up in her dark eyes.

After just a few moments of silence, he spoke again. "By the way, my name is Slade Wilson. What, child, is your name?" He asked. Raven frowned again and bit her lip.

"None of your business." She shot back. Slade stepped closer to her. He raised his hand and back-handed her across the face. Raven let out a gasp as her head jerked to the side due to the force of the hit.

"I asked you what your name is." He stated simply. "I demand an answer."

She scoffed and looked at him. "I'm not answering you." She stated venomously. He growled, grabbing a handful of hair and yanking her head up to look at him. She let out a small cry of surprise, grabbing at his wrist with her hands.

"I own you, child! I demand to know your name."

Raven struggled to shove his hand away. "No!" She hissed. Slade shoved her down towards the mattress on the floor. "I will break you." He stated, simply. "You will obey me."

The Violette looked at him with a look of sheer terror. He pulled his belt undone and raised it above her head. Raven threw her arms above her head, shielding herself from the oncoming strike. Slade swung the belt with half the force he could muster. As the belt wrapped around her side, she let out a scream of pain. He repeatedly struck her, ignoring her screams as the belt wrapped around whatever part of her body it could reach.

It was a good ten minutes of being beaten, that Raven laid curled up on the mattress, finally whispering her name to the man who stood before her. She kept her head buried in her arms, gasping in pain as the tears rolled down her cheeks. "R... Raven... Roth..." She sobbed. The man before her smirked beneath the mask.

"Good girl." He stated. "Now I have business to attend to." The man replaced his belt into its original position and turned to the exit. "I'll send someone to tend to your wounds." He sighed in a somewhat disappointed way. "I guess we'll have to wait to sell you until next weekend's auction." He shook his head and left the makeshift room.

It was about thirty minutes later that a young woman around her age slid into her area. Raven leaned away, eyeing the girl with suspicion. The girl smiled softly. "It's alright." She stated, putting a hand up in front of her. "My name is Karen Beecher." She spoke softly. The Violette looked at her, relaxing just a sliver. She noted dark welts on the mocha skinned girl. "It's normal to get beaten when you don't listen." Karen said, noticing Raven's gaze on her fresh wounds. "Part of why I haven't been sold yet." She announced proudly. Raven frowned.
"Sold...?" She whispered. Karen looked at her, her hands moving to apply ointment to the pale skinned girl's arms. "What do you mean sold…?"

"That miserable piece of shit that did this to you, sells females to rich sons of bitches who want play toys."

Raven frowned, wincing as Karen aided to her wounds. "Toys?" She asked, hoping her fears weren't correct on what her gut feelings were telling her.

Karen paused. She sighed. "Sex toys, slaves. Whatever the bidders want us for." She replied. The Violette looked at her, her mouth hung open a bit. An expression of horror rested on her face.

"Are you serious?" She whispered. Karen nodded.

"Dead."

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So this is chapter one. I hope you enjoyed it. I have a couple more ideas I want to work on but those will be dealt with later. I am still at a dead lock with Titans Karaoke Night.

Those who read my stuff, thank you! You guys rock! You're the best! I love you all! I think I might do a mailbag type thing for any reviews! First person to review gets a chapter dedication!

Later for now!

*RavenLostInTheDark*