Captive

Chapter 14

Sergey was led to a small but richly furnished dining room. A meal awaited him. He didn't like the rich man's food, but he pretended to be grateful and started eating.

5 minutes after starting to eat, a beautiful woman comes in, sits next to him, crossing her leg and showing them, up to her hip, when the big slit in her skirt opens. She doesn't bother hiding her leg. She places 3 large folders on the table.

- Mr. Petrov, I hope lunch is to your liking.

- It's magnificent. – he lied. – I didn’t expect you to feed me.

- Now sir, we don't want you to go and have fun hungry. – she says with a seductive smile.

Sergey turned his eyes to the folders.

- These folders contain photos of our merchandise. So you can choose. This one – she says pointing to a black folder – has creatures in their human form and wild form. This one, - she says, pointing to the yellow one - has creatures of all species, from vampires to magical beings. And this one – she says, pointing to a red folder – has humans of all ages and colors, if your pleasure includes seeing a human tortured or serving it as food to some creature. This folder is the expendable merchandise.

The bites Sergey had taken of that fine meal were seriously threatening to spill out of his mouth.

- What is your pleasure, sir?

- As it's my first time, I chose the black folder. I always want to see one of these creatures. I thought it was si-fy.

The woman gets up, takes the yellow and red folder and says:

- I'll leave you to finish your meal in peace. Your appointment is at 2pm, you still have plenty of time to choose which merchandise you want to buy and use. All of our merchandise is clean, but if you prefer, all of our rooms have condoms, lubricants, toiletries, clean towels, and other products that you will definitely appreciate. When choosing the merchandise, all you have to do is identify its number on that panel, and choose the type of room you are looking for.

She leaves, and leaves Sergey alone. He puts down the fork and picks up the briefcase. Knowing that he is being watched, he leans back in the chair, crosses his legs and begins peeling the folder. His stoic face hid the shock he felt. There were several creatures there, new, some older, but the number of children who had not yet reached the age to have their other part, be it wolf, dragon or something else, was frightening. The first part of the folder was just that. Children and more children, some of them can't be more than 10 years old. Beautiful, like angels. And he couldn't imagine a mere human… harming those creators. Sergey couldn't even say the words in his head. He wanted to close the folder, but at the same time he wanted to decorate all the faces. He was going to save them all. Gladly, he would die trying.

The next group of photos were of creatures with their wild halves. They were all ages. He peels off the leaves and looks at all the creatures. Those monsters didn't choose a single less attractive creature. They were all beautiful.

He looked at all the photos and the ones that affected his soul the most were when he saw the human part next to the photo of his wild half. Animals war with destroyed looks. When he looks at one of the photos, he sits upright in the chair. The price under the photo was the highest he had seen so far. The caption explained that it was a very rare werewolf. Unique in the world. It was a male creature, but its other half was a female wolf. He looks at the wolf and shivers. That wolf was the wolf he saw being hurt online, losing her virginity, being brutally raped. He looks at the face of the human who has that magnificent wolf inside and his heart skips a beat. That boy was without a doubt the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He was looking for his subordinate's brother, but he couldn't get ahead. He knew he had seen that boy's photo before. Much younger than he was now, but he had seen hundreds of photos. He couldn't remember.

Sergey gets up and goes to the panel. He clicks to start and “merchandise number” appears on the display and he enters 69. “room type number?” he looks at the diagram on the wall. 1 BDSN, 2 Vanila, 3 sassy, ​​4 sissy, 5 extreme violence, 6 rape... he needed to maintain his image in front of others and clicked on 6.

The machine goes off, and the door opens 1 minute later.

- Leave the folder on the table and please follow me.

He followed the man who seemed to be a guard. The guard stops near a room door that says “green room” on the door.

“Green is free to violate, I guess.” He thinks. The guard opens the door and Sergey enters.

- Sir, when you have finished, there's a phone inside to let us know you are ready to leave. - The guard locks the door from outside.

He looked around the room. There wasn't much there. Ropes, condoms, lube, gags, and a bed with chains. He sighs and sits down. Could he believe the room was unguarded? Could he believe he wasn't being filmed? Mainly, could he believe that captives were not loyal to their masters after being tamed?

The door opens and he gets up. A blond boy, dressed in a white, easy-to-take-off outfit, enters. The guard behind his back smirks and closes the door, and the sound of the heavy lock turning twice is heard.

Adam stands at the door, waiting for some order. Sergey's heart is beating uncontrollably, and Adam's wolf ears hear it. He had heard many customers' hearts beat like this. This was usually when he suffered the most. The hearts of those who are too excited to have the freedom to satisfy their most sordid desires.

He keeps his head down and Sergey sit on the bed. Time passes and Adam finds it strange. Slowly, he raises his head and looks at the customer.

- Come, sit here.

Adam obeys. He obeyed everything he was told.

- Can we talk? – Sergey asks.

"Talk?" thinks Adam. Strange. The price they paid meant they didn't waste time talking. Never had a customer used the phrase “can we talk” before.

Without daring to look at the customer, Adam nodded.

- My name is Sergey. What is your name?

Adam didn't usually speak. He only repeated what the customer wanted to hear. But that man asked his name, so he answered.

-Adam.

- How old are you Adam?

- I don't know, sir.

- Don't you know how old you are?

- No sir. I was 12 when I came here. It's been a long time.

- Do you know the day you were born?

Adam thinks. He knew it, but it was hidden in his memory.

- I think it was September 6, 2004.

- So you are 19 years old. – Sergey opens his eyes wide in horror – you’ve been here for 7 years.

Adam hung his head. He would rather the man did what he was going to do straight away than tell him these things. Knowing that he had been there for 7 years only represents the number of daily violations he had suffered since he was 12 years old.

- I chose you from a list to rape you.

Adam winces but says nothing.

- But I won't touch you.

Adam looks at the man without understanding anything.

- Let's stay here and talk, and when enough time passes, I'll rip your clothes off, and you'll pretend you're hurt because I raped you. Can you do that?

Adam nods, but he still doesn't understand what's going on.

- I can't stop other clients from using you, but during the time you're with me, it will always be pretend.

- Why?

- I can't tell you why yet. But I hope we will become friends. I will come back again, and I will always choose you.

Adam looked at him curiously.

- I'm trusting you. If you help me, I will help you. Promise.

Adam looked him in the eye for the first time. Could that be true? And coming from a human?

- Why? - Adam asks again.

- The why doesn't matter now. You just have to pretend you're hurt. And the next time you come to me, you have to behave as you always do. We have a deal?

Adam didn't know if this was a prank, but he just had to obey. If it was part of the man's secret pleasure, he had to obey. If the man was truly trying to help him, he would obey. Obeying was the only thing he knew, even if he hated his life.