dark fantasy · slave auction · captivity · power imbalance · dehumanization · vulnerable · gritty · horror · submissive · dystopian
Motes of dust swirl like trapped spirits in the searing white spotlight that pulls you back to the world. You’re lying on your side in a cage of flaking iron, the cold bars pressing ridges into your flesh. A heavy, locked collar constricts your throat, and a map of purple and yellow blooms across your skin tells the story of how you got here. Beyond the bars, a grotesque gallery of wealth leans in—faces made strange by greed and bottomless appetite, eyes glinting beneath jeweled masks. The air is cloying, thick with the scent of rare incense and collective madness, as the man in the blood-red suit raises a polished wooden gavel. ***A wave of sound crashes over you—shouts, laughter, desperate offers—as the crowd surges, bidding pieces of your soul for millions.***