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[A Mistake Called Love]

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[A Mistake Called Love]

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The sensations a slave can feel are distinct. At times you feel anxious and excited, sometimes you feel surpressed and held captive. There are even times when you feel pleased by the simple fact that you are indeed the possession of another and feel happy that you belong.

It is the feeling of surpremacy that empowers a master. The fact that you are in control, and that you have something you can finaly call your own. Though sometimes you feel it is unfair to so fully control and determine the life of another living being, it also gives you a warmth like no other.

These feelings are unlike any other, as the relationship between a slave and its master is unlike any other. The relationships between a ruler and a follower can vary so much. This one fact is certain though...

A slave is just that, whether they like it or not. Whether a master treats them with kindness, or treats them harshly it is up to that ruler, and that ruler alone. No matter what may happen remember that a slave must have a master...

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Setting: The slaves are all held captive in Midnight Hallow, a large nightclub/bar in the city of Marine. The city is always covered with dark clouds and is for most of the day, covered in rain. The city itself seems bleak and low tone but on the outside of the city its surrounded by forests. All sorts of kindred and beings gather in this city of Sins, some just to forfill fantasies, travel, and there are even some who reside there.

The Midnight Hallow is a large mansion like building, consisting of many different floors. Slaves are often auctioned off in the Room of Sins, where most of the seductive shows are performed. Though most of the shows are performed there, one can often see the submitting of slaves through out the whole building. Smoke clouds the bar area of the Hallow, where the nightclub consists of loud rave music and sends out a feeling of maturity and deluded perverish thoughts. The lights there are often hued red, which matchs the red carpet flooring and tiled areas. This is the home of various female and male slaves, most of them young and either captured and held captive or entered slavery willingly. These slaves are tortured and used everyday and often they feel worthless, while few feel a slight bit of pleasure. Men and women of all types search for the perfect slave whether for intimate or other more malicious deeds.

How the slaves arrived there is a tale of their own, but all that matters is that interested masters can pick anyone to their liking...

 

[A Mistake Called Love]

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This is, like stated in the title, a mature RP. Please follow the rules like a mature individual. They arent asking much.

1.) Lets be literate, at least as literate as you can be. I wont be a stickler for literacy but at least you know, capitalize names and such, periods, etc..

2.) Its mature, so lets keep it that way. Anything is exceptable, but when it comes to cybering thats a no-no. If you want to do that, please keep that to your mail/pms.

3.) This RP might and probably will contain action as well as mature content. If by any means a fight were to appear in the RP, please do not god mode, and please do not kill anyone.

4.) Just have fun and enjoy!

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[A Mistake Called Love]

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Here are profiles of people who have joined the RP so far. If you want to join please look at the post below.

Character Name: Atticus
Race: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sex: Mostly Straight
Character Description: He has shaggy brown hair that is not very well kept as he has nothing to comb it with. He has a few scars on his face from the many fights he gets into with master's and other slaves, but most of his scars are on his torso. He is always shirtless and wears tan cargo pants as he tries to stuff as many things as he can into them. He weighs One Hundred and Nintey Two from mostly muscle, and stands Six Two.
Character Personality: He is very rowdy and a hard worker, but out of everyone, he gets the most punishments for starting/ending fights, yelling at his master, and bringing up riots. He doesn't like many other people, but helps other slaves that are struggling.
Character's Background: Ever since a child he has been a slave, but also he has been hit around for being a human. Most of the monsters don't have much tolerance for the few humans, and slaves at that.

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Character Name: Nesiko Christa Tomoe
Race: reincarnated human/ miko
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sex: Bisexual
Character Description: Wearing a simple clothing, very simple. A small black t-shirt , that outlined her bust size indeed. Smally curvy waist with ragigie jeanies, riped open on the knee cap of her right leg and medium length handcuffs. Hair was fairly long, if she was standing up ankle length. Her eyes wear voilet, pouty big lips, specks of dirt on her cheek.





Character Personality: Mostly optmistic, only negative at times or persay emotinal times. Is very kind and sweet but yet likes to rebel.
Character's Background: Nesiko backround is very dark, tragic and mysterious. But the part of getting to be come a slave for a man or woman, she was shipped her from her family. Any history beyond that is a complete mystery.

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Character Name: Rose Potpourri
Race: Druid / Human
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sex: Bisexual [For the most part Straight]
Character Description: Fragile and slim framed, the half-blooded druid has skin as soft as silk and as sweet as honey. Her pale cheeks blush with dull strawberry hue from time to time and her colorless eyes sometimes find way to create shades of timid rainbow. Cream hair with a light emboss of silver and brown fall down to mid-arm length, adding a wonderful touch to the curves of her face. An alurring scent trails along every inch of her 5'4" lengthed figure as if to perfume her in coat of flowers. It is with a body like this, there is no better name that suits her then Rose...





Character Personality: Timid, shy, full of purity and child-like innocence, she makes for the perfect submissive slave. She is at times clumsy, when her mind is occupied with idle thoughts and day-dreams, and that can at times be a problem. But like a rose has thorns, Rose has her moments where, at an instant, her loving purity can be defiled and she can act unlike anyone would imagine.
Character's Background: It is known that she was taken captive from her home, but as for her home and her past life, like herself, that is a mystery. She now lives in the Midnight Hallow, night club and sex mansion in the local disolate city of Marine. Midnight is a distasteful place to her, where she is forced to do what ever she is told, and she is hoping that one day, she can escape the torture of the Hallow and find another home under a master.

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Character Name: Inuneko Reborn
Race: Vampiric half-cat demon
Age: 266
Gender: Male
Sex: Bisexual
Character Description: Dressed along his toned body for an outside outfit is a long trenchcoat that would seem to cloud around him. Underneath was a club-like black attire.





Character Personality: Gentle normally, can get wicked once his dark side overcomes.
Character's Background: Used to be a slave, rather a guinea pig to Dark World scientists. Darkness was injected within him, eventually maddening him as he escaped in a furious carnage. 200 years later, as the genes settled in, his mind slowly restored to normal, he had a dark influence and wanted a slave to compensate for his suffering.

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Character Name: Titto
Race: [Half-Elf]
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sex: Straight
Character Description: Pretty much exactly as the picture shows. Many people think his atire is odd only because it's extremely rare for a slave to have sophisticated clothing on his back, which indicates that he belongs to a semi-rich family.





Character Personality: A person who rarely speaks, He has a penetrating gaze, and only acts cheerful and energetic around people he knows. He becomes shy and timid around unfamiliar people, and often hides himself in the shadows.

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Character Name: Kurai Benji
Race: Neko
Age: ? --> Now it has been discovered she is only 16
Gender: Female
Sex: Straight
Character Description: Its the neko ears that give this lovely girl her charm. The tail also adds to her basic, neko girl exterior, and her sense of style is highly keen. Kurai's dark blonde hair curls slightly at its ends and her bangs sometimes cover her ruby red eyes, which often give off looks of irritation and sadness to unknown strangers. Her small stature makes her very agile, that and her tail and ears combined give her what shes needs to be a swift runner and tough opponent, that is... when she feels like fighting...





Character Personality: Kurai's looks would have anyone guessing how she really is. Though her eyes may give off angry stares to many, many people, she is far from an offensive person. Kindhearted and at sometimes feeble minded, Kurai is more or less a great ally and caring friend. It seems almost strange that Kurai is easily frightened and does not like to fight, though her agility often leads to victory. But... though she is easily scared and often frightened by the thought of combat or arguing, she can be brave at times for those she loves...
Character's Background: Abandoned by her true parents, having lost the only one who took care of her, Kurai is often depressed. Master Wertu Benji, the closest thing she had to a father, was an expert of Ninjutsu. Often after school, she would often watch him in wonder, and learn from him as a pupil. After his death, utilizing her schools old library on ancient spells and myths and Master Wertu's old techniques, she conjured her own method...you could call it a type of ninjutsu, or even a type of magic, but its because of this, her timid personality, and her parentless background, she has no friends to call her own.

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Character Name: Xerros Valkov
Race: Human
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sex: Straight
Weight/Height: 145 lbs / 6'1

Character Description: Rough, steel, blue eyes sting the front of his face; his black eyebrows nearly touching the edges of his long, black eyelashes. Scarcely jet black/blue hair flows quickly past his shoulders and nearly half way down his back. His stern, yet handsome, fragile, facial countenance can almost define who he is from an outter perspective. He normally wears dark, light clothing, which can also match his quiet personality. His frail, scrawny body-type and weight enable for a max amount of speed, but the power he posses is at a bare minimum. It would be rare for him to succeed at any kind of work dealing with heavy objects and power...





Character Personality: Xerros, in a word, can be defined as quiet. Most people feel uncomfortable with this introverted type of personality, but it has it's pro's. He's shy, comfortable around large groups of people in which attention is off of him completely, and has a very short, red hot temper. He is trained slightly with a sword, but has never had the courage to wield one against a real opponent...

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Character Name: Veronica A.K McDowell
Race: Vampire/ dark witch
Age: over hundred
Gender: Female
Sex: More straight than bisexual
Character Description: Blond hair that reaches to her mid back, fancy dressing that rather makes her look like a doll. Bloody crimson eyes, that stares into a soul of despair and remorse. She use to tend to hold puppets that can move on there one, but a small one just follows her around, obediant but would make smark comments on other people.





Character Personality: She is rather bossy, snobby and sarcastic. Very stern and little hot tempered, but don't let her cold smiles and long fangs fool you.

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Character Name: Soyala Nyx
Race: Yukionna
Age: Lost Track
Gender: Female
Sex: Pansexual
Character Description: Tall, slender, and beyond beautiful. Dramatically glossy and lengthy, layered black hair, extending to her knees at places. A beautifully chiseled face containing light grey eyes that tend to faintly absorb the stronger colors of her surroundings. Her skin is milky-white, inhumanly pale and even transparent to some, causing her to blend into her surroundings rather easily. Most of the time she is seen wearing a white furisode [a type of loose kimono with overextended sleeves] that seems to bear no design until exposed to proper illumination, in which it will then display a holographic pattern of Rosetta-like quality, mixing languages of sanskrit, japanese, and coptic. When she walks, she leaves no footprints. A notible feature of hers is that she can transform into a cloud of mist or snow at will.





Character Personality: She can easily be seen as the personification of tranquility, the perfect motherly-type. No signs of anger or frustration, depression or sadness, or even full-on happiness ever crosses her mien. Even the tone of her voice exudes purity. This masquerade only enhances the terror she strikes into the slaves she owns, for as they say, 'beauty is only skin-deep'. She takes a great amount of pleasure from the torture of others, and is never hesitant to try out new and different ideas. She maintains her motherly personality even while making deep lacerations on her chosen slave with salt-dipped knives and healing them over with acidic poisons.
Character's Background:
None recorded.

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Character Name: Cameron Carter Caress (Other Slaves call him CCC)
S/M: Slave
Race: Human
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sex: He'll take what he can get. (Bi)
Character Description: Cameron He is Six Two and weighs One Hundred and Twenty Two pounds as he is mostly deprived of food. He is extremely handsome and uses that to his advantage.
Character Personality: He is a skirt chasing lady killer, that doesn't really mind the gender as long as he can woo it. He isn't a pretty boy, but he relies on the fact that he is able to say the right thing at the right time. He is horrible on the work force, but better off his feet then on them if you catch my drift.
Character's Background: Being the only two humans in the entire camp, Cameron and Atticus had to ban together to help each other. Atticus would protect Cameron from the other slaves, while Cameron would get them a new master. Kind of like a big brother, little brother scenario. Eventually, Atticus had to go his seperate way after trying to escape from the gaurds. Cameron is being moved to a bigger slave circuit, and his name was just released on the streets.

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Character Name: Jebus Flynt
Race: Dragon-Weasel
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Sex: Bi
Character Description: Jebus is 6 feet tall, 140 pounds, with the body like a weasel standing on its hind legs. He has brown eyes, also white fur with black tips on the ears and tail, Horns on his forehead, and 7 feet tall black dragon wings. He wears a blue Yukata (like my avatar), with a katana on both hips. He is also wearing wooden sandals.
Character's Background: Jebus has been a wandering sword for hire for as long as he can remember. He came to this town just like any other, walking. As usual, he goes to the first bar he hears about and lets slip his profession while slowly drinking.
 

[A Mistake Called Love]

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Interested in joining? Well just fill one of these forms and pm me it labeled Only Yours. All information is needed.

Character Name:
S/M: [Slave or Master]
Race: [Elf, Demon, Vampire, etc...]
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Gender:
Sex: [Bi, Straight, Gay, Lesbian]
Character Description: [ a short description of how the character looks, pictures can be added as well but are not needed. ]
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Character's Background: [ this is optional, but you can list background information about your character here, like their history etc...]  

[A Mistake Called Love]

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Here is a listing of all the slaves available at Midnight Hallow. Please feel free to browse for one here, so when RPing you know which one to pick.

Nesiko Christa Tomoe - Female [Taken exclaim ]
Atticus - Male [Taken exclaim ]
Rose Potpourri - Female [Taken exclaim ]
Titto - Male [Taken exclaim ]
Xerros Valkov - Male [Taken exclaim ]
Cameron Carter Caress - Male

 

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Here is a list of available masters for the RP, so slaves if your interested in someone, RP and work hard to catch your master's eye.

Kyrox Maxel - Male [Owner exclaim ]
Zephyr Alance - Male [Owner exclaim ]
Inuneko Reborn - Male [Owner exclaim ]
Kurai Benji - Female [Owner exclaim ]
Veronica A.K McDowell - Female [Owner exclaim ]
Soyala Nyx - Female
Jebus Flynt -Male

 

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Here are the list of slaves already taken, and their master(s).

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OWNER: Zephyr Alance - Male
SLAVE: Atticus - Male

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OWNER: Inuneko Reborn - Male
SLAVE: Nesiko Christa Tomoe - Female

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OWNER: Kyrox Maxel - Male
SLAVE: Rose Potpourri - Female

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OWNER: Kurai Benji - Female
SLAVE: Titto - Male

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OWNER: Veronica A.K McDowell - Female
SLAVE: Xerros Valkov - Male

 

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As the RP continues, the plot thickens. Now, the Midnight Hallow appears a small problem compared to the new threat that faces Marin... and maybe the rest of the world as well....

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[A Mistake Called Love]

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Daylight is scarce in the Hallow, the black tinted window panes and red lights give it a sort of insomnia effect. This night club was the last place Rose wanted to be, at least if that really was her name.

She had been taken long ago from her home by strange people, this memory and the sickening daily reminiscence of her life here is all that she can remember. Being the half-druid she is, Rose has missed the rays of sunlight and every abundant air that was found outside of the distorted city of Marine. Day dreaming was a constant thing for her, and it sometimes seemed like her only escape.

Dressed in sheer small clothing of a bustier and undergarmets she walked along side drunken men trying not to be used as she ended up everyday. Her eyes were fixed straight as she avoided the stares of those men around her who would grin at her oddly when she walked by. At times ROse would try to shut her eyes and imagine she was anywhere but here, but the small cries of pain from the other slaves would slowly pull her from her day dreams. But as for today, that wasn't the case... She walked and shut her eyes, and forcing onto her mind illusions of a happier place.

A loud shatter of glass was heard after 5 seconds into her day dream. Rose had wished that instead of this one of the slave cries would have woken her, but this was much more severe. She was so close to reaching her destination, so close to one of the eager men waiting for their alcohol, but she felt a large figure in the way and was bumped into by another staring male. Rose quickly pulled herself up and tried to sweep all the glass into her hand, though glass was beginning to cut her palms Rose didn't care, she just wanted to fix everything before it was to late.

"What the hell is a matter with you girl?! Can't you do anything right!" It was already to late...

"I'm so sorry sir, someone bumped into me and---"

Another man chimed in from behind her, easing his way near to her bent over figure. "Clearly this girl is obviously not been taught any better..." Her hands were already covered in glass and the wine was staining the carpet. To much attention had been brought to her and Rose was knee-deep in it.

"I'm sorry. I won't let it happen again, please just let me get you another drink..."

"That won't be nessasary..." Long pointed heels stepped in front of her view as she looked up. It was Reva, a manager of the Hallow, and the look of disappointment was clearly shown on her face. Grabbing Rose by the ebony colar she was wearing, she dragged her off the ground letting the glass from Rose's hand empty to the floor, then tossed her at the feet of the man.

"We're terribly sorry for this inconvience. Do what you'd like to her, take it as an apology for that mess." Reva started to walk off before saying, "oh and Rose... when he's done with you... clean this mess."  

[Nesiko]

Unlike the other slave, she wasn't trusted to tend be a waitress or a barmaden, as she waited for someone to own her. Really she didn't want someone to take her as there like some lap dog. But she was in a place in the club quite dungon like.

She had handcuffs on her wrists, mostly to keep her from excapping. The handcuffs wore protected from spirital powers or anything metaphysical. Because the last one's she had wear normal, let's just say the person who handle her, almost ended up at death's door.

Orginally when she came her, she was transfered from The Slave Chamber's wearing her orginally ragy attire. Which is the ownly pair of clothing she has and the clothing orgnated from this Night club. A dark purple with light color ruffle corset, small fluffy mini skirt. Her foot wear was simple, dark mary-jane shoes.

Probably, in curtisy so the place doesn't look trashey and slaves got to look clean not like the have some infections. Otherwise, less people show up to take slaves or rent one. Nesiko was sitting on the floor of her open dungenon room, her chain's lead to the wall but it was at length for her to walk around and stretch.

A sign near her door read,

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FOR YOUR SAFETY DO NOT PICK HER, UNLESS YOU CAN HANDLE HER.

Since that sign been put, she mostly got the rough got stern masters or mistress. But it mostly ends up she is jsut rented by them. Playing with her skirt, she closed her eyes, as laid there dorment intil, an order of something was made.  

[Ponder Bear]

Sweat poured down Atticus' face as the only sound he could hear now was the clunking of his pickaxe driving into the ground. He had no time to wipe the sweat, and if he did, then he would fall behind everyone else. The heat blasted down onto him, but he kept working, he was one of the last ones left. The man who owned him was having a competition with all the slaves he could rustle up. The last one still working, would get put back in the market and have hope for a "nicer" master. His only competition now was a minotaur. He had the strength, but Atticus could only imagine the heat that generated from his fur.

Four hours. That's how long they battled for it. Four good hours, buut the minotaur couldn't take the heat. By the time the minotaur had hit the ground, they already had Atticus on a stage. There was quite the line of slaves, and lots of bidders.

Atticus checked over his shoulder as the line was getting smaller. There was no one watching him, keeping him there. The only security they had on him was his shackles. He slowly crept back until he was on the side of the stage, and he turned and ran. A few men chased him, but he was faster, stronger, and could make his way around anything. He finally turned an alley corner, and watched them as they pulled out their whips.

They got to a point where he could see their faces clearly. Their small beards, long sideburns, short hair. He slowly stood his ground, but they simply laughed at him and began snapping their whips. He backed up until he had made it to a garbage can, and he grasped the lid tightly. He threw it at one of them and bashed the other with his shackles. He didn't think twice, and began to run. It was an inferno of heat from the pumping sun, but he was too dehydrated to make it any further, and collapsed.

The next thing he could remember clearly was being in a box with one eye hole. "Where am I going?" He called out of the hole in hope anyone would hear him. "Marine City." He heard from a voice focused to his left. It was bumpy, but eventually he heard lots of voices, and watched as they lifted the top off the box. It was cold in this place, very cold.

They had him locked p in no time. In a display cage with the other slaves. All he oculd do was sit around and wait. Every once in a while a master would come by to him, but they usually left. One master had a whip fastened to his belt, so Atticus spit in his face. He layed there motionless, praying a master would take him in. Any. He would go with any now, as long as he got food.  

[A Mistake Called Love]

"We're terribly sorry for this inconvience. Do what you'd like to her, take it as an apology for that mess. Oh and Rose... when he's done with you... clean this mess."

Reva's words throbbed in her head for about 5 seconds until she was grabbed by the arm and pulled toward the man.

"Heh heh heh... Will do..." The guy was large and muscular, easily taking control of Rose's small body. He grabbed behind her roughly with one hand, grasping at her chest with the other. Shrill cries emitted from her burgandy lips, but it was drowned out by other plees and the clubs music. Frantically Rose's slender frame shifted from side to side, she was slowly being retracted onto her capturer's lap.

"Stop moving around and get over here!"

"Please don't, I didn't mean it! I'm sorry please! No!"

"Playing tough... you really are disobedient! I could crush you in one hand if I wanted! Come over here now!"

"No! Stop please! Let go of me---!!

Mustering all the strength she could, she pullled her wrist free and her hand clasped against his face. This sealed the morbid fate that has begun to insue at this very moment. It has been a couple of hours since then. She was now cast in a cell in the darkest floor of the Hallow. She looked around confused as she tried to move. Pain, sharp malicious pain, pulsed in her sides, back and arms. How did she get into all of this? Thoughts of her previous actions ran along her mind and tears began to seep through her eyes. Rose felt alone now more then ever, but as she looked over, she saw that misery wasn't just visiting her.

A strong looking male caught her eye from the cell across from her. He too, had apparently done something wrong and shared her sense of misfortune. Another female was held captive beside her. She was more content then Rose, who was far from at ease. Wonderfully long black hair draped down her body, and was more matured then Rose in many places.

Though the curiousity inside of her was telling her to inquire this fellow slave and learn more about her peers, a loud metal door slam signified the entrance of trouble. Guards swarmed in and readied all of the alloted slaves for the auction. Before she knew it she was transitioned to the Room of Sins and were positioned and set for sale.

It was a hellish enviorment for Rose. The lights beamed down on them, tracing red hue over the slaves. Shadows of men and women planning immoral deeds surrounded them and the slaves were at their bidding. Everyone had there eyes on the stage. Reva caught the sight of the bidders as she made her way on the stage.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen.... We have a fine selection tonight... but be warned some slaves are a bit aggressive, but that can be dealt with any way you see fit... Feel free to look around and the auction will begin shortly."  

[MysteriousMax]

2 days ago

As the beats moved the crowd to dance, Inuneko was slowly cutting like a knife through the dancers and his silver eyes stared at the ceiling, where multicolored neons and black lights shone upon the dark and hazy club. Signs pointing to various sexual oriented rooms garnished the walls, even a giant BDSM-like torture room was built for the kinkiest and vilest of masters. To make matters worse, some blood stains just couldn't go with a buff and clean along some select walls close to dangerous fantasy rooms.

The cat demon stopped for a moment, took a lighter and a grape flavoured cigar and lit it, then gently let the flavour pick up in his mouth as he inhaled and smoked the aroma. He stuffed his hands in his dark jeans pockets, walked along the hallway of empty slave cells. He could of even sworn seeing a rib cage in one of them. Shaking his head with a small smirk, he kept walking till he got to the bureau for affairs and business about the slavery.

Formerly greeted, the expecting pitboss shook his hand with an iron fist, though Inuneko responded with a stronger grip as both smirked and laughed. The boss then pointed him to a hallway of the existing slaves, describing them from head to toe. Nods and head shakes were seen aplenty, since Inuneko was a very selective man.

They stopped for a moment, contemplating at a particuliar fellow as a shine of hope lit in his eyes, but Inuneko sighed and shook his head, immediately rejecting the questionable increase of freedom of the cellmates. The vampire was looking for someone special, that would stand out and not some simple p***y or d**k, both terms used in opposite genders of its bearer.

Suddenly, a sign caught his eye:

WARNING
FOR YOUR SAFETY DO NOT PICK HER, UNLESS YOU CAN HANDLE HER.

For the first time he had satisfaction for what he had in mind and sight. He opened the door, looked around and saw the female slave in special cuffs. He noticed it right away and chuckled "Perfect. I'll take her. What is her name?"  

[Ponder Bear]

"Six." He whispered to himself as he saw a girl being led into the cage. He had been keeping track of how many slaves have come in, but only god knows how many went out. He was yet again led into the auction house where he stood quietly and watched as people looked over him. There seemed to be an intrest generating around some slaves, but he knew all he was good for was work. Many people came around, some touching his muscles, others looking at his scars, but none of them stood too much intrest for him. He lightly turned his neck back and forth before looking at the timer they set up. Two minutes. In two minutes he would be led into the ring, along with all the other male slaves, to fight. They treated the male slaves like bulls. Whoever came out on top and showed the strength needed to be a top slave, they put him in a cell with some sorry a** girl, and let them mate. The people who picked them out were called breeders, and looked for a strong male, and a fit female. They thought if they put together the two right genes, the slaves would be stronger. The only problem was the fact that the child would be taken from the parents immediatley and then trained by the breeders. The worst part of it was for the female. When pregnant, females had as much of a chance as being eaten alive by pigeons as they had being taken in by a master. The woman slaves and masters would watch the battle, and the masters would pick out some of the slaves they wanted. The woman were on the other side of the arena, unless told by a master to come over. Thirty seconds. Thirty seconds until it was showtime for Atticus, and he was here to entertain.