The attendees flowed from the reception area into another room, revealing a vast, stadium-like hall that sprawled impressively before them. The sheer scale of the space was staggering, its design strikingly similar to that of a cinema, but far grander and more elaborate.
Instead of a large screen or projector typical of a movie theater, a well-lit stage occupied the center of the hall. The stage was elevated slightly, drawing all attention toward it. Its polished marble surface gleamed under the focus of several luminous crystal lights that hovered above, casting a bright yet warm glow over the platform.
The seating arrangement was tiered, curving around the stage in a semi-circular pattern. Rows upon rows of plush, high-backed chairs stretched up toward the ceiling, each upholstered in deep black fabric and accented with golden trim. Each seat was equipped with a small table and a discreet button panel—likely for bidding or other interactions during the event.
The walls of the hall were adorned with intricate carvings and murals, depicting scenes of grand auctions, rare artifacts, and fantastical creatures. The ceiling soared high above, painted with a sprawling night sky dotted with glittering stars that seemed to twinkle faintly, adding an ethereal ambiance to the room.
A voice echoed through the hall, resonant and authoritative, amplified by an unseen magical system.
"600 going once!"
"600 going twice!"
Above the stage, a massive television structure hung from the ceiling, displaying everything happening on the platform in crystal-clear detail. On the stage itself stood a stunningly beautiful, mature woman who commanded the audience''s attention with ease. She wore a sexy red one-piece dress that reached her ankles, with a daring side slit that revealed her bare, shapely leg. The ensemble was completed by a pair of striking red heels that added a layer of elegance and charm to her appearance.
Her every step across the stage was captivating, her movements accentuated by the alluring jiggle of her ample chest. Many men in the audience openly drooled, while even some women found themselves mesmerized by her presence. Her melodious voice echoed through the hall, smooth and entrancing, enticing bidders to raise their hands and place higher bids, often just to win her attention. This was the auctioneer of the event—a woman whose very existence seemed designed to enchant and provoke.
As she turned, her sharp eyes scanned the bidders, her voice carrying easily over the murmurs of the crowd.This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.
“Is there really no one going to bid for this handsome slave with rare green eyes?” She asked, a playful yet commanding tone in her words.
The young man on stage, a specimen of towering muscle and strength, striking bodybuilder poses, his body was sculpted as if he were a gladiator on display. His shorts, ill-fitting and barely covering his thighs, emphasized his bulging muscles, a clear testament to his physical prowess. Yet, his posture, intended to show off his strength, was futile in this world. Despite his imposing form, his abilities had been graded F—worthless in a society that valued power beyond mere appearance.
The Auctioneer’s smile widened as she turned back to the crowd, sensing the rise of bids.
“Ah, there it is!” she exclaimed.
“Number 201 has placed another bid. Now it’s 610 Gold coins!”
Her voice danced across the room as she encouraged the audience, “A bargain, ladies and gentlemen. You won’t find such a quality specimen for this price again!”
The auction hall fell into a brief hush as the Auctioneer''s voice rang out, carrying a tone of finality.
"610 thrice! And this young man is sold to bidder number 201."
She proclaimed with dramatic flair, sealing the fate of the young man who stood on stage. The moment the words left her lips, a ripple of quiet murmurs spread through the crowd.
The young man, having heard the announcement, gave no sign of relief or fear. He simply turned and walked toward the edge of the stage, his steps slow, deliberate, and devoid of emotion. His face, though handsome with sharp features and striking green eyes, was as impassive as a stone. His expression remained empty, detached, as though his mind was elsewhere.
The poses he had struck, meant to showcase his muscles, had been mechanical—performed without passion or desire. His eyes, dull and glazed, were locked somewhere beyond the bidders. It was clear he wasn’t even truly present. He wasn’t aware of the eyes that had appraised him, the whispers that had surrounded him.
The room seemed to breathe with a heavy silence as the young man, now sold, disappeared behind the stage to change, his movements slow and mechanical. He was but one of many, sculpted and trained to become a thing of beauty—emotionless and obedient, nothing more than a tool for his future owner’s desires. It was the way of the slavers; these young slaves were raised and molded to be empty shells, devoid of will, ready to serve in whatever dark purpose their masters had in mind.
They were like machines, programmed to exist only to fulfill commands, their emotions stripped away until they were little more than the hollow vessels of their owners’ power. To them, there was no life without the guidance, the control of the one who held their leash.
As the transaction was completed, the young man would soon be transferred to his new master. In the meantime, on the opposite side of the stage, a group of other young slaves waited their turn, all standing in silence. Among them was Ewan. His heart raced, but his expression remained unchanged, composed, as he stood at the front of the line, his body already bare. His lean muscles, defined yet not as imposing as the previous man''s, were on full display.
Unlike the other slaves who seemed to already lose themselves to the harsh conditioning, Ewan was the only one that have light in his eyes because he wasn''t the original Ewan but mix of two Ewans. His turn had come, and the familiar chill of dread mixed with the distant hope of escape gnawed at him.