Bought and sold

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Shadow had been on the run since he ran away from home he did not eat well and that showed in the small blond. He was a good looking kid his mother had been some looker before she had him and still kinda was. He wore nothing more then a pair of old blue jeans too big for him along with a dusty old white shirt. "Let me out of here" he shoot the cage it was nothing more then a fence place a few feet from a concrete wall.

He sat there on a pile of mats with a few other young boys and girls bottled water sat in one corner like at an office. "Please i want my mother" pleaded a girl that he had no idea how old she was. Most of them were runaways but some looked liked they had been plucked off the street from good homes. He stood up holding onto the fence shaking it to get the guards attention he could here men in the other room.

"I have a few new ones these are the raw recruits no training" one of the girls bit the man and was shocked. Shadow moved to the corner trying to make himself as small as he could what was going on. The man was handing him some money and took a girl by the neck placing a collar on her. The one that had bit the man she was shocked again and lifted up she looked so small in his arms.

 

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It had been five years since Sinclair found himself at a slave traderâ??s. As he sat in his limousine he smoked his cigarette thinking on a simple question. Did he really want to buy another slave? His slaves didnâ??t seem to last too long in his home. They either broke too many of his forbidden rules or flat out right disrespected him.

The blood of many slaves stained his perfect hands, and as he smoked his cigarette he felt maybe this next slave could be the one. Today, the male was feeling pretty optimistic. Why? Well today was his twenty-fifth birthday and he thought, why not celebrate with a new slave? Though that might not have been the best thing he could have come up with, it sure was the only thing that appeased his extreme boredom.

Finally after smoking his cigarette Sinclair exited his limousine. Tossing the bud onto the ground, the man continued onto the entrance. Sinclair was 6â??7â?, had long brown hair [pulled back into a neat ponytail], bluish-emerald eyes, and a strong build. He intimidated most people with his stature, but they seemed to warm up rather quickly when they looked upon his angelic face.

Aki, his chauffeur followed him into the damp place staying close behind him having memories of when he was once trapped in a place similar. Sinclair closed in on one cage filled with boys. He was fed up with girls and decided maybe a male would fair better within his hold. Tucked back into the corner of the cage, Shadow caught Sinclairâ??s attention and he waved Aki off to find him the boss.

â??I want that oneâ?¦â?

Sinclair spoke as he pointed to the boy Shadow. Two built guards reached inside of the cage and dragged Shadow out, snapping a collar attached to a leash around the boyâ??s neck. The brunette paid the man. He looked down at his birthday present to himself and smiled warmly.

â??Whatâ??s your name?â? he asked. Without waiting for a response he began leading Shadow out of the rather depressing building and out into the bright day, which was sure to cheer him up.

 

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Shadow was of normal height five feet and rather thin for lack of of a good many meals he watch the men hold him down and collar him. He did not fight back after only a few beatings he had gotten the idea. "Shadow its the only name i know"He placed his finger between the collar and his throat. Shadow hated the sun it shone down on hia black hair and made him hot, also people could see you in the light. Fake people the real people the dirty people only came out at night this person was real he smelled of blood.

"Who are you, what do you want with me" as a street child he had been abused by many older boys and a few girls. He was a good looking kid with eyes that were a very unusual shade of brown almost gold. He followed the man he had little choice follow him or be choked to death on the leash. He was a boy not a dog he should not be wearing a leash it was humiliating to have to wear one.

He placed his fingers on the leash it was strong a lot stronger then he was he had no doubt it could easily take his weight. "were are we going" the one thing about the street is things were disposable so far no one had mad a permanent disposal of him. He looked at the man he was not that old. He looked rick he smelled rich with nails that looked like he only worked for his own pleasure and the suffering of others.