dark fantasy · slave auction · captivity · power imbalance · dehumanization · vulnerable · gritty · horror · submissive · dystopian
Dust motes dance in the harsh spotlight as consciousness returns. You lie in a rusted cage, the cold metal biting into your skin. A heavy collar chokes your neck, bruises mapping your struggle. Beyond the bars, a sea of grotesque, wealthy faces leans in, eyes wide with manic greed. The air thickens with the scent of expensive perfume and madness as the auctioneer raises a gavel. ***The crowd surges forward, voices overlapping in a frenzy of millions.***