The door slowly opened and quickly shut. The air of the other person along with fresh air filled the room. Karkat quickly filled his lungs with the treasure he knew would be gone soon. The unknown in the room took a step towards Karkat and turned on the light above him. The image of Karkat and the man came into view.
"You're a sight for sore eyes." The elder spat, kneeling to Karkat's level. "Must be nice to see another person." He smirked. Karkat stared at the man. His eyes drooped slowly, only picking up a few words the man yelled at him. He threw a small wrapper at Karkat's face.
"Eat it. It'll put some meet on yer scrawny bones." He got behind Karkat and began untying the restraints stained with blood from the better days. Days Karkat actually thought he would finally be killed.
"It's a big day fer ya. You're leavin." Karkat's eyes widened in shock as the man spoke. An escape from this hell. He rubbed at his bruised wrists as he was freed. The man latched his hand to the back of Karkat's hair, pulling him out of the room. He was dragged to a rather large and light room filled with make up artists and various boys and girls just like him. He wanted to cry, but couldn't.
"'Ere ya go Maurice. 'Ave yer way wit 'im." The man thrust Karkat in to the arms of another and left the room. The man that held Karkat smiled down at him and sat him in a cushioned chair.
"Your hair sure is long." Maurice stated, reaching for a pair of sicors. Karkat flinched as the sharp object was plunged down on his head.
"I'm not gonna hurt you." Maurice chuckled. He began cutting strands here and there from Karkat's hair. For the first time, he was content. Maurice applied some foundation and a bit of blush to Karkat's before he placed him in line outside the door. Yelling came booming from the large red door infront of him. Cheering soon followed, the next person entered, and the cycle started over. He soon found himself staring at the bright cherry red.
"Our last biding is a young boy. Age 16. He's a bit stubborn but a beauty. And, he's a virgin. Ladies and gentlemen, Karkat Vantas!" Karkat took in a deep breath and walked through the doors. The spot light blinded him as he stepped onto the stage and shuffled over to the center.
"Let's start at 10,000. Do I hear 10,000?" "10,000"
"20,000!"
"50,000!" They just kept shouting. It wracked Karkat's brain. He wasn't worth that much. He wasn't worth anything. Then, the fateful words came that would seal him fate.
"80,000 going once. Going twice. -"
"1 million dollars." An unfamiliar voice yelled.
"SOLD!" The announcer yelled in a fit of excitment. The voice's owner stepped forward. He looked up at me through pointed shades as an evil smirk grew on his face.
"Call me bro."
Fuck.