Chapter 7

Last days

He had woken up around four in the morning, shaking with fear. He had a hunch what had brought it on. It was the day he would be introduced to his male trainer, Edward Harris. He would miss Maria, she was firm but understanding; in a way he was glad that the Russian vampire had saved him even it was only for three days. Now the last three days would begin, the last three days before he was bought by a vampire, a werewolf or even a demon. He was scared for himself; he didn't want to lose himself. He had to remain to remember who he was or he could vanish into the world that is this petrified globe. He had not been given much information about Edward Harris, Maria had only told him a few details such as that he would not take any back chat, ignorance or bratty behaviour  These of course only made Kurt worry more, he could be all of those things in minutes; he may not believe in god but he was praying for himself that his feelings would not come out to play. Rosie had been telling him the night before to keep his emotions on a low key whereas Xavier had been less encouraging.

Thump… Thump…

Kurt jumped suddenly at the abrupt sound. Shooting up from his temporary bed he straightened himself out, hoping to make a good impression. Even though it was particularly hard to do so, with this type of clothing. Scratching behind his ear awkwardly and bouncing on the balls of his feet, Kurt hadn't realized that the door had opened with a dark haired strong built male with scrutinizing eyes staring into his own. Well this must be Edward Harris... can't wait to start these three days…

"Come.", it may have been a simple command but it still puzzled Kurt. Maria had never spoken to him in such a possessive manner; then again this wasn't Maria. Trying to continue to be 'good' would surely prove to be a struggle, now. Kurt walked out of his cell and stood by Edward.

"On your knees."

what? He has to be kidding me. Kurt bit his tongue, he couldn't snap. He just couldn't. After a full minute of staring into Edwards eyes, the man became impatient.

"NOW!", Kurt instantly dropped to his knees by the mans feet; his horrid shoes covered in dust. After a few minutes Kurt looked up to see Edward staring at him, he quickly shot his head down to face the floor again. Edward smirked and laced his hand into Kurt's hair and tugged, so that his head was now facing upwards again.

"You are going to crawl beside my feet. Are we clear?", Kurt nodded his head and then winced when receiving a sharper tug. "Yes sir."

Pleased with the answer Edward started walking towards the end of the hall, Kurt following on his knee hastily. Kurt wanted to bitch at him but he couldn't or he could face something worse that crawling. Kurt followed him to a door that he hadn't seen before. Once opened and he was inside he widened his eyes. What was this place? There were chains and locks hooked on one wall, a fitted freezer to one side, a giant cross to another and a leash and collar lying on the one desk at the front. It looked (to be short and sweet) like sometime from a fucked up porno. Not that Kurt had seen any of course. It made him uneasy just to watch any type. Gulping and clenching his hands on the floor, Kurt shivered. His head was tugged up again to face his trainer.

"This is where we are training today. Clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Now, for today i think we will start with, well it can be anything because it looks like Maria has only taught you .. the basic rubbish. It says here Posture, basic replies and the rules of being a slave. Well i will be your step in master if you would like to call it that. I will show you what a master looks for, i wont just tell you. Like my 'female' colleague ", Kurt wanted to punch him. He made it sound as if females were basic human beings that they weren't special. How dare he? He may be a male but god Kurt fought for women as much as men. This man made him sick.

"I think for today we will work on...walking the halls with a collar and leash just before breaks and in here we will work on posture. Again. It may say exceptional posture on this file but women aren't as accurate as us men. Physical, instead of damn instructions from a woman who lets potential slaves off with murder. Not in my watch, that's for sure. ", Edward held his head high like he had for the full of his preach before snapping it downwards to stare into Kurt's eyes. "Stand."

Kurt shot up, standing as straight as he possibly could.

"Good. Now come stand by this cross.", Kurt eyed the cross with fear before stepping up to it. It was black metal, with cuffs for your ankles and wrists with a rope attached to pull your wrists higher. Edward motioned with his hand for Kurt to step onto the crosses feet places. He stood on the small platforms and nearly jerked away when Edward roughly pulled off his shoes, leaving him in his socks. He watched as the man clicked in the cuffs for his ankles and pulled them tight, making him wince in pain. Edward then stood yanking his first arm up by his head and clicking the cuff shut for his left arm and again yanking it tighter. After doing the same with the other one, Edward sorted the ropes around his wrist cuffs before stepping aside and staring at Kurt.

"Yes. This is perfect. To be short, what i will be doing is every five or ten minutes depending on how good you are, i will pull the ropes attached to you wrists tighter each time. You will take it. A straight back is the best quality for a master. Clear?"

"Yes sir.", No he wasn't clear, he didn't want to do this. He wanted to go home but he didn't have a home now. At least until he is bought that is. Edward grabbed one of the ropes and then the other before pulled the desk closer so he could perch upon it. He smirked and then pulled both the ropes a little. It wasn't painful but it did leave a weird sensation in his joints. it wasn't as worse as what was to come. That's for sure.

"Blaine! Sir! Wake up!", He jumped up out of his bed at the punch received to his left side; ready to attack. He quickly composed himself in realization who he was staring at.. Ash. It was an odd hour for her to be waking him up.

"Ash, what's wrong?", he murmured groggily.

"Your parents have sent another letter, I only wakened you due to the fact that your parents have written 'Important' on the front.", she shuffled awkwardly at his bedside; holding the letter firmly in her hand. Blaine took the neatly letter from her hands and motioned for her to leave but not without murmuring a small thank you. Blaine carefully unfolded the white crisp writing paper to stare at the swirly words.

Dear Blaine,

We would like to remind you of the ball on Sunday and the arrangements we expect to be carried out by you and others. As we have said we expect you to have a slave by Saturday when you arrive, do not ask questions as to why we know when you are coming; you know we have the eyes and ears of the place. No trouble Blaine, we mean it. Your slave cannot step out of line, humiliating yourself wont do good for a lord, especially an Anderson. We have invited Cooper, we don't know if he will attend the event and you know we both have our differences. Try and persuade him would you? Your mother wont stop going on about missing him. As for the arrangements, we expect you here early Saturday morning WITH your slave and you both looking your best. The ball may be on Sunday evening but we are having a dinner party late Saturday evening, your slave will not need to attend this. Only the ball. Are we clear?

Yours Faithfully

Everett Anderson.

Blaine groaned audibly, also exceptionally loudly. Quickly grabbing a pen from his bedside cabinet and spare letter paper he began to write his reply. He failed to see why this letter had an important stamp on the front, it wasn't exactly exciting news never mind important.

Mother, Father,

I haven't forgotten about the ball. I will be arriving around ten in the morning, possibly nine depending on hold ups. Yes i shall be bringing a slave, me and Ash are going to the slave auction on Friday. I have a feeling you set me up.. given the date of the ball and the small amount of time you gave me to get a slave. I will try and keep us both out of trouble. Father with all due respect, getting Coop to interact with you is very hard, you know how he feels about his slave yet you always punish him for his lifestyle. Maybe he would come but only if you stop with the snark comments. I know of the arrangements and i will do my best to look good for the dinner party.

Sincerely Blaine, Your son.

He left the finished letter folded on the cabinet, awaiting Ash's return with his breakfast. It was hard to imagine that in a couple of days he would have a slave, someone who he could possibly fall in love with... well love is a hard thing for Blaine to master but he was sure he could try; if the slave was willing to cooperate.

Kurt felt stretched out of his skin, the pain had intensified in the hour and he felt emotionally and physically ill. He felt like his heart was going to come out his mouth, this was unbearable but the bastard would not stop pulling the ropes tighter and tighter every few minutes. He was in so much pain, excruciating mind numbing pain. He dropped to the floor on his knees when Edward let go of the ropes, he winced at the snigger erupting from his trainers mouth.

"Well, at least you aren't one who cries all the way through it huh?", Kurt winced yet again when Edward hauled him up by the arm and tugged him against him. "You aren't a whiny one are you boy?"

Kurt sniffled, trying not to look into the dark heartless eyes of Edward Harris. "No, Sir."

"Good then! Well we have done enough of this today. Break and then some hour positions. That will make you hurt for sure."

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Once in the Courtyard, he waited for Xavier or Rosie. His limbs were aching and his head was banging. Edward Harris took no prisoners, his body felt like a slingshot that had been stretched so far it had broke. Stretching was painful, it would usually help him if he had just woken up but it ached much more now. He couldn't believe what he was thinking but all he wanted was to get a master and leave this place; hopefully living with a master wouldn't be as worse as this. He looked up as he heard a fast pace of footsteps running towards him, he looked up to see Xavier and Rosie looking concerned. They sat down beside him on the ash dirt, both playing a hand on either side of his shoulders. Rosie was the first to break the silence.

"Are you okay?...Kurt?", when Kurt looked up he smiled slightly and nodded. He didn't really have much to say other than that he was sore.

"Truth is Rosie, my body aches.", Rosie blinked in confusion but she had a hunch what things could have happened. "What did he do?"

"He stretched me."

Xavier opened his eyes wide, obviously thinking 'Stretched me', meant something entirely different. "He stretched you!? You mean he raped you?", to say that Xavier was seething in outrage would be an understatement. They soft gasp from Rosie clarified to Kurt that they really thought that was what he had meant.

"NO! He put ropes on my ankles and arms and pulled my limbs, something about my posture."

"Oh thank god. Still is he a moron? You have the straightest posture i've ever seen!", Xavier nodded in agreement with Rosie's statement. He obviously didn't have the best posture for Edward Harris or that wouldn't have happened.

"I just want to go back to my scummy bed and sleep. Unfortunately i have to put up with this ass for another few hours. Honestly i just want to leave here..."

"We all do Kurt but whatever we are left with isn't always a good thing.", for once Kurt saw sadness in Xavier's eyes. He had been through so much, he never showed sadness after punishments or when he was treated badly but to see sadness from him not wanting to be bought was heartbreaking in its own sense. He wanted to go back to how it was, with his dad, Carol and Finn, Dinners every week as a family. He hated being a slave, he wondered if he would ever be treated the same again. He hoped so that's for sure.

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The rest of the training had been full of pain and difficulty. His head was pounding by the time he fell asleep. He wanted to go home; back to his old life but it wasn't possible. Not now. Two more days of Edward Harris to go, he was dreading tomorrow.

Blaine sat at his desk, scribbling down things he could say to his slave. He had no idea how he would ever be able to communicate with him, he can hardly communicate with his family never mind a slave that he could be bonded to. Ash had brought in some steak sandwiches  he had took a bite out of them and wanted more even after one bite. She had brought him a few more, he was glad he had Ash, she isn't just a servant to him but a friend he can rely on. He was brought out of thoughts by Ash walking in.

"You know i think you have worms."

"What?", Blaine was confused.

"People who have worms tend to eat more."

"I'm not ordinary though am i, Ash?"

"That i agree with but have you maybe stopped and thought of why you are so hungry?"

"I know. I know. I think its because i'm either comfort eating or i need blood. "

"I think its the latter. You haven't had blood in days, you need it."

Blaine sighed in annoyance, he had wanted to wait to have his slaves blood but right now he needed the energy.

"Yes all right. Try and get me some good types, mix the O negative with A or B. Please."

"Yes Sir."

Once Ash left to get his blood, he slumped down in his arm chair and sighed loudly. He had been considering calling Cooper, he hadn't talked that much to his brother lately and he really wanted him to attend the ball; for moral support of course. He would also like him to meet his slave. He could remember the last time he had seen his brother, it was at a family gathering; himself, their mother and father, Cooper and Carly. To say the least it had ended in disaster. Blaine couldn't remember exactly what happened but he was pretty sure it was something to do with Carly. Apparently she should have been knelt beside his feet and fed before they came. It sickened Blaine to hear his father say this to his only brother. Of course this had resulted in a row between Cooper and his father, shouting and growling at each other from across the table while Blaine, his mother and Carly looked on in horror. Cooper had stormed out of course, leaving his poor slave sitting being stared at by his father. She had nervously looked around the room before murmuring a plea if she could leave. When not receiving an answer she had gotten up and went to find Cooper. It had been a horrid night, by the time Cooper had announced he was leaving Blaine and his mother had felt rather guilty for not stopping the quarrel in the first place. His brother had said his goodbyes to him and his mother but left out his father. How Blaine was going to get Cooper to come this time would be a miracle. Surely it would be different this time, more people; he wouldn't have to run into his father. Still Cooper was just trying to be happy but his father always interrupted his happiness.

Blaine always wondered if he got a slave that his father would react the same way, treating his own slave like a piece of dirt. He wondered if he could be happy. Its not like his father could understand slaves, he never had one. His parents were born demons, they had met at a gathering and had fell in love. It was always Blaine's fathers dream that Cooper and himself would settle down with a demon. Blaine's father had once suggested that himself and Sebastian get to know one another more, Blaine grimaced at the memory. He had stopped him from speaking more of it. To say that his father was disappointed in Cooper for settling down with slave was an understatement, he was furious. Apparently it put shame on the family name, Blaine couldn't have cared either way, he supported his brother no matter what he done. He admired Carly, he liked Carly. She was kind and passionate about being Coopers slave. However Cooper never called her a slave, just Carly, his one and only. She of course had to call him 'master' or 'sir' at gatherings or in public but when alone she was allowed to call him Cooper. Blaine was a lot like his father in the domineering personality but he had his mothers kindness and heart. He was domineering as a Lord but on his own he was sweet and forgiving. He knew that he had to be strict with his slave at first, obviously to train him to suit himself. Of course he would punish him for stepping out of line, of course he would be dominant in public with him, of course he would feed from him but under all that he hoped that he could care for him right and keep him safe. Love? Well that would depend. Blaine had never loved anyone before, not any demons nor humans. Truth was he didn't know whether he was capable of that four letter word; maybe someday but for now he had to remain a little hard and cold to show Demonic he was the right Lord for them. The right ruler. For now he had to remain on top.

Blaine was startled slightly by Ash placing a glass of red blood mixture on the table. He smiled up at her from his sitting position.

"Are you all right Blaine?", Ash's tone was worry full and slightly scared.

"Yes i'm fine. Just a lot on my mind at the moment. I was thinking on calling Cooper."

"You should. If you don't mind me asking, why?"

"Well in my parents letter, my father requested i try and persuade Coop to come to the gathering on Sunday."

"Oh. Is that such a good idea?", She was referring to the last conflict of course, she had been standing beside Blaine on hand for any of his needs. She had agreed that the fight must have been frightful for Carly, she like Blaine admired the slave, they spoke often at gatherings as comfort to each other.

"Truthfully? I have no idea myself but its worth a try i suppose."

The second day of trainings start had gone mildly perfect in his opinion but he was beginning to get frustrated and tired with the strict orders Harris had been giving him. The strong orders, domineering attitude were beginning to piss him off; greatly.

"Hands and knees."

"W-why?"

"Don't question me!"

Kurt slowly descended to the floor, assuming the position on his hands and knees. What did this ass want him to do exactly?

"Your going to crawl for the rest of the day by my side."

Fucking asshole. Fuck you!

"Understand?"

"Fucking crystal.", Kurt gasped at his outburst. Oh no. He covered his mouth with his hand and risked a glance up at Edward Harris, hopefully he wouldn't have heard but oh how wrong he was. Harris' face was fuming, his eyes cannibalistic and unforgiving. Kurt's breath hitched as they stared into each others eyes, Kurt's full of fear and Edwards full of anger. They stared at each other for what seemed like forever, until Edward spoke in a frightful tone.

"What. Did. You. Just. Say. To. Me?", the pause between every word had Kurt shivering. What was he supposed to say? Repeat himself?

"I..i..i.", he wondered if he would be giving a second chance but no such luck because Edward had grabbed him by the hair in a firm grip and was dragging him out of the slave home, his heels dragging through the dry dirt, the air frosty and below average temperature. When Kurt saw where they were heading, he gasped, kicking his legs out.

No anywhere but there. Please!

He could only form words in his mind, he was too afraid and full of struggle to plead. He didn't want this, in his mind he was pleading with no one but himself. God why couldn't he have kept his mouth shut for once!? Now he had no idea what he was in for. Well i take that back of course he did. He had saw what had happened to Xavier the first time he had entered this place he was about to re-enter. Edward dragged him roughly through the door, dragging him further inside. Kurt clenched his eyes shut when he saw the punisher staring at him and Edward. His words frightened him more.

"What's up Harris? This one finally crack huh?"

He felt Edward stop abruptly but not letting his hair go.

"I think he just needs a reminder of who the fuck he's talking to."

"Ah, mouthy?"

"Yes."

"So what are we talking here, burned, kicked, lashed what?"

"If you don't mind, i'll punish him myself."

"Harris, not that i'm declining that you should do it but don't you think you should leave it to me."

"No. I know what i am doing, i've done it before to a little shit like this who decided to mouth off."

"Well okay, You know where everything is i assume? I'll leave you to it."

Kurt almost thought he could see remorse in the punisher's eyes and he stared at him before leaving. Kurt had his hands clutching Edwards hands to let go of his hair, he pulled at his hand slightly.

"Oh don't you bother trying to stop the pain from me pulling your hair, when i'm done with you, it wont be your head that's in pain."

He threw Kurt to the ground, harshly and hard. Kurt winced and looked up into his eyes, pleading with himself more so. He watched as Edward snarled, turning around and staring at the wall of punishing equipment, he lay in the dirt, he figured this must have been a stable of some sort and this was an inside arena. He whimpered when he saw what Edward had clutched in his hand. A hard wooden paddle. It looked solid. He scrambled backwards across the dirt, yelping when Edward grabbed his ankle dragging him back towards him. He grabbed Kurt by the neck, pulling him over to the wooden bar that Xavier had been placed over. He tried to kick Edward but received a slap to the face. Once he was a little disorientated from the slap, Edward grabbed him by the neck again and pulled him over the bar so that his butt was in the air, the bar digging into his hip bones. In front of him was another bar, it had claw marks all over it from slaves digging and scratching it during punishments. He tried to kick out once more but received not a slap to the face but a full force slap to his ass with Edwards hand, he yelped in pain.

"Looks like i'm going to have to tie your legs down."

Edward grabbed a rope from the wall and started to tie Kurt's legs, looping the rope around the bar, Kurt tried to move his legs but he was hogtied. The only parts he could move were his ankles and upper body. He struggled harder. Whimpering when he heard Edward slapping his hands with the paddle.

"Hm. Well i think it will be twenty very hard lashings on your ass. Five from my hand near the end."

Kurt refused to let the tears fall from his eyes, he hadn't even experienced the pain yet and he already felt sore from struggling. His breath hitches when Harris wraps his fingers into Kurt's pants pulling them down to below his thighs. Revealing his boxers.

"Actually i think five from my hand over your boxers. Then twenty with no boxers and then five more hand slaps over you paddle marked ass. Hmm?"

Kurt whimpered, crying out at the first hand slap over his boxers. Every one of the four slaps left intensified in force, each one giving more pain and more pain onto him. He tried to kick out when Edward pulled his boxers down to join his pants by his thighs. Whimpering yet again.

"Well look at that, a soft porcelain skinned ass just like the rest of you. Too bad i'm going to make it turn fire red."

The first paddle slap came as a shock more than a pain, he cried out at the first five, the pain creeping up his entire body. He couldn't stop the tears and the sobs wrenching from his throat as he reached ten lashings. The pain was indescribable  It creeped up his back and down his legs. He could feel his ass getting more and more stingy and painful, he was pretty sure his ass was red raw and that was just from ten lashings. He had ten more to go, what would his ass look like then? Would he have marks? Scars? He grasped the wooden bar digging his nails into it and screaming as Edward delivered five forceful spanks one after the other. Pain shooting through his ass. Sobs pouring out of him, whimpers and more.

"What did i tell you, all fire red and raw."

The last five with the paddle had been excruciatingly horrid, Edward focused on each cheek firmly throughout each of the paddle smacks, especially his right cheek which was on fire, he aimed the last five on his left, and one extra on his right making him scream and cry out loud. He yelped as Edward threw the paddle to the side and began the last five smacks with his hand, on his right cheek to intensify the pain further. Kurt struggled, crying more and more. Once Edward stopped and breathed out a breath he had obviously been holding in. Kurt slumped over the bar, whimpering in pain. He felt Edward beginning to untie his legs, his boxers and pants being pulled back up. He cried out once again at the material rubbing against his wounds.

"That will teach you to speak like that to me. That will teach you not to be so rude to your superiors. I hope your master punishes you harder for talking like that. You got off easy, i was considering thirty with the paddle but you got ten hand slaps and twenty paddle smacks."

Kurt was pulled up, he couldn't walk. He fell to his floor, luckily landing on his side and not his ass. Edward sighed, pulled Kurt up again but once he slipped back down, this time on his ass and crying out. Edward breathed out and pulled Kurt up and hauled him by the hair, dragging his heels across the dirt and out of the punishing room, pulling him back into the cells and pushing him onto his bed, stepping out and slamming the cell door but not before speaking clearly.

"You will stay in here all night and morning. No food. No courtyard time."

Kurt waited till Edwards footsteps had quietened down to an echo before sobbing into his pillow, tears dripping fast onto the pillow. He was in so much pain. He wanted Rosie or Xavier now. He wanted them here, he needed someone. His breathing beginning to quicken and he began to shake, he was having a panic attack. He tried to curl in on himself when he heard the door opening. Please no not again.

"Oh hunny."

He looked up sobbing to see Maria with a hand over her mouth, how she had found out he would never know. She stepped in shutting the door and pulled he sobbing Kurt into her arms, whispering for him to breathe and keep calm, she reached into his cupboard bringing out a bottle of water, luckily cold from the temperature of the room. She opened it and placed it at his lips.

"Drink Kurt."

He took a few hitching sips, shaking in Maria's arms, she kept his ass off the bed and floor. Once he had calmed down, she told him to turn over onto his front on the bed.

"You stay like that, Harris has left for the day, he was pretty angry. I'll go get the two friends of yours and then i will see to your wounds with them here, is that okay Kurt? Oh hunny."

" a..and...R..R...Rosie."

"Yes i'll go get them, its afternoon so its just before dinner, i'll get them for you."

Once she had left, Kurt remained on his front, staring into the the wall, his head turned to the side. The tears blurring his eyes, he just wanted Rosie and Xavier.

Blaine shakily holds his phone in his hand, he cant understand why he is so jittery. It rings for a few seconds before the soft voice belonging to Carly picks up.

"Blaine Sir?"

"Hello Carly."

"How have you been keeping Sir?", She sounded so strong and obedient.

"I have been very well, thank you and you?"

"Oh, good Sir. Very good indeed. Were you looking for Cooper Sir?"

"Yes i was indeed, is he around?"

"Yes of course Sir, i will go give the phone to him. He's in his study."

"Tell me Carly, how has he been?"

"Oh well he's been tired a lot more lately, i guess its from overworking.", Blaine had almost forgotten that Cooper was a writer, he wrote books for the human society of the world. Stories. He had a wild imagination after all.

"Latest book?"

"Yes Sir. Here he is."

Blaine heard soft murmurs and a giggle, he rolled his eyes. He groaned at the mushy cuteness of the couple beyond the phone and shouted down the phone.

"Coop enough of your fluffy lovey dovey and get on the phone.", he heard a snigger and another giggle.

"Hello Blainers."

"Don't call me that."

"No can do little brother. What do i owe this pleasure of hearing your voice?"

"Just to say hello."

"What do mum and dad request of you now?"

"How did y-", Cooper cut him off.

"Because i do, i always know. You have that shivering breathing and i can hear your canines chattering."

"Oh shut up, you read me like one of your books."

"That i do brother. Now what is it?"

"They want you to attend the gathering on Sunday.", He listened as Cooper groaned in annoyance.

"I take it you will be going alone, so that is why you also want me there?"

"Well not exactly alone."

"WHAT? Blaine Devon Anderson! Have you gone and got yourself a slave and not told me?"

"No! No yet any way."

"Huh?"

"I'm getting one on Friday."

"Oh Blaine, i'm happy for you. Wait! Did our parents tell you to?"

"Yes."

"God dammit! Those people..."

"Coop calm down, i had to happen sooner rather than later. I'm 24 for fucks sake, you can see why mother and father were beginning to worry."

"They only worry about the family name and your status as Lord of Demonic, Blaine."

"Yes i know.", Blaine groaned internally he couldn't believe he was about to beg his brother. "Please please please please please come to the gathering, please Cooper. Don't leave me and my slave to the wrath of our parents, especially father. Please i need you there, please oh wonderful brother. P-"

"Okay, okay. Only to stop you from saying please one more time, its so unnatural.", oh thank god. Thank god his brother was coming.

"YES! So we will see you Sunday night? I'll find you before seeing our parents."

"Yes we will see you then. Good day squirt."

"Cooper.", Blaine growled at the nickname.

"Okay, grumpy."

Once the call disconnected he smiled in happiness, everything was going to be okay right?

"Well, no cuts or blood. It wont scar or mark, it will be red for the next couple of days. Other than that, the aspirin should help, i've put a few into your cupboard, put them in the safe and out of view. The ointment i just used will help as well, so use it every time you get a break tomorrow and every two hours today. Xavier and Rosie can stay in here, their trainers have gone home. I sent them away for the night, i shall get you all some food for later. Keep your chin up Kurt."

Maria gave one last look at the three slaves, one in slight pain and left. Xavier, kept his hand on the small of Kurt's back while Rosie kissed his cheek softly.

"Its okay, Kurt. It will be all okay."

"Just forget that asshole, he will get what's coming to him one day."

"Xavier! Not helping.", Xavier shut his mouth, stroking up and down Kurt's back comforting him.

"Sorry, Kurt the pain will dull down. Its okay."

"I know guys, thank you.", Kurt reached back squeezing Xavier's hand and Rosie's too with his other. The three stayed together till late into the night, dinner was horrid but at least it was food. The good thing about it was that Maria had gotten them vegetables from the trainers dinners. Maria moved Xavier and Rosie into their own cells quietly around midnight and told Kurt to be extra good tomorrow, doing everything Edward Harris said and that he did. The next day had went smoothly, no bitch comments were made and Kurt got through it easily. He, Rosie and Xavier talked for the last time in the courtyard, they bid their goodbyes for now, hugged each other and said they would see each other at the auction holdings. He was glad that this torture was ending but he still didn't want to lose Rosie or Xavier. He needed them, he would miss them for sure but he had to leave them behind. Maybe he would see them one day again but how they would be themselves would be different. He knew that Xavier would stay strong but Rosie's well being frightened him, he hoped she would stay safe. Keeping out of trouble. To think that last Friday he had been taken from his home and placed in here, the start of a new life dawned on him. Here he now lay on the Friday in the early hours of the morning, staring into space. Today he would be sold to the highest bidder. Vampire. Werewolf. Demon. He had no clue who would buy him, all he knew was that he would miss his friends and would miss his small source of freedom. One day he could regain it but for now, he needed sleep. His eyes drifting shut.

"Sir, hurry up!", Blaine glared at Ash standing by the door. Today was the day he would buy a slave, hopefully the one Ash had described. He wanted him. He hoped he was the one for him. It was early morning, he had decided it would be best to leave early, he stared into the mirror, fixing the collar of his shirt and blazer. Tight fitted blazer and tight fitted dress pants with a white shirt. He was ready, he had left his hair natural to keep his wild domineering look.

He ran down the hall of his chambers and up the stairs to see Ash standing with his black coat. He decided to go all in black, to represent his status as strong. He took the coat from Ash's hands and put it on, buttoning it up from the bottom, leaving the top open a little to reveal his shirt and blazer.

"You look great. Are you ready?"

"Yes. No. Fuck i'm shitting myself."

"It will be all right. Just make sure you get him.", she was referring to the boy, the one she had described. "Please Blaine, try your hardest. I will be sat there right next to you."

"I will try Ash. I promise, you know i don't break promises. Ever."

With that Ash and Blaine left the large house, Blaine stepped down the outside steps onto the gravelled drive, a chauffeur holding the door for Ash and Blaine to step in, Ash told the driver the directions and place before setting off down the runway and out the gates. Ash placed her hand over Blaine's, giving it a firm squeeze, he smiled and lay back in his seat holding Ash's nimble hand. Today was going to be a long one for sure, his life would change today. Forever.