About five miles from Tokyo city is an old abandoned factory, at least some say its abandoned. But in reality it isn't, in fact, the building is very well used. The building was owned by slave traders, though its all kept secret and only a small amount of people know about it. Those people were the masters and mistresses, the ones who come in search for a new slave if they got bored with the last one or it died. Everyone of them knew that this building held the best of the best for slaves. The slave traders took a lot of time in finding the rare boys and girls, and once they saw a target they did any means necessary to catch it.
The traders had recently gotten very lucky in finding a new slave. The last one they kidnapped was a male named Light Yagami. He was 17 years old and a senior in high school. When standing straight he was 5'8" and weighed 119 pounds. His hair was a copper brown color and it was thick, soft with the bangs hanging just above his dark brown eyes. He had a chiseled yet angelic face giving him an irresistible look along with his body which was perfectly toned, lean, and slightly muscular. And boy was he a hard one to catch, they tried coning him into following but he refused. So then they tried force, one ended up getting punched in the face. After a long bloody struggle they used chloroform and knocked him right out and took him with them to be sold. Even though it was difficult this catch was worth it, they knew he would be sold for a very big price with his looks.
Light was lying down, face-first, on a metal bench inside his cell. He was among hundreds of other slaves, some new like him, some already sold before. There were cells connected to each other with bars blocking the view of others, but there were also cells across from each other leading a narrow path to walk through and look left and right at all the slaves. Light was placed in one of the farthest cells with other slaves around his age. A girl was in a cell on his right, another boy on his left, and another girl across from his cell. Some of the other slaves looked at him, but he couldn't respond for he was still unconscious. He was dressed in the same clothes he had on when they kidnapped him - a white buttoned-up shirt, brown slacks, black boots, and a coat that had been taken off along with his tie. The slave traders walked through the cells with water and bread, enough to keep the slaves alive, but not much more. One of them threw a bucket of water on Light, soaking him completely. Without warning, the male threw the loaf of bread at Light, then left the scene. Light shouted and jumped up from surprise, eyes wide, glaring at the male who grinned and said, "The masters and mistresses are coming today... You can bet you will be chosen." Light narrowed his eyes, wondering where he was. "Screw you," he demanded. "Where the hell am I?" The male just laughed and threw the loaf of bread at Light before leaving.
Light looked at the bread that was thrown at him but didn't care. How was he to know it wasn't drugged or something? Why else would everyone but him be so calm and out of it? With a sigh, Light sat back down on the bench, putting his hand to his forehead. This was not good; he was going to be sold like a pet, and he didn't know what lay ahead now. Just the thought scared him slightly, but he wasn't going to show it. He shook his head, trying to get the water out of his ears. "Damn it... What now?" he mumbled as he laid back down on the bench and looked up at the cold stone walls.<|im_end|>
The tall, partially masculine male stepped out of his limo, walking to the doors of the warehouse. He was one of the frequent visitors to this Slave House, and also one of the most hated by many people. He always came back with a 'broken' slave, or one that was unsatisfying to him or his friends. He grabbed the unconscious male from his vehicle, his arms bound behind him and him half-naked. He grabbed the slave by the hair and dragged him across the ground, the doors opening for him and he tossed the property to the ground in front of him. "He couldn't take it!" The Master complained, and the lead Slave Driver came up, picking the slave up to examine him.
"Well, if you didn't always use such brutal tactics!" The Driver complained. He then dropped the slave and thumbed for him to be put up. "Must you be so cruel?" The Driver asked with a sadistic grin on his face. "Would you have me any other way?" The Master questioned with a chuckle and grin. "Tell me, what new shipment have you all gotten?" The Master asked. "Oh, you will love our new merchandise," The Driver said. "Come right this way, Sir Golna." The Driver stated, waving a hand and walking off.
Sir Golna looked at each slave they passed, liking a lot of what he saw. "Remember, you return one slave, you get one back for free. Any more than that-" "I know, I pay for. Do you think I don't have the money?" Sir Golna questioned. "Just stating Sir," The Driver said in his own defense. "I've been here how many times and you still tell me that." The Master said. "My apologies Sir," The Driver stated. He then continued to walk down the walkway, telling about this slave and that. This all continued until they came up to the one, Light Yagami. Sir Golna stopped and looked into the cage, examining him. "OH! You have a like to this one do you sir?" The Driver asked. "He was a feisty one indeed. One of our Guards has a black eye because of him." The Driver informed. Sir Golna smirked and got closer. "What's your name, boy?" Sir Golna asked, looking at the male.
Sir Golna was dressed with only a pair of black jeans, a black belt with silver studs making two rows around it. He had no shirt on, showing off his toned body with a six pack that people would think was an eight pack. He had his arms crossed over his chest now, his red hair hanging down past his shoulders, just above his nipples, wrapped behind his ears. He had a piercing in his right ear, with a sierra topaz in it, about the size of half of one's pink nail, and in his left ear was a bar going through the top of his ear and reaching down to the bottom, resting on the top of his ear in the middle and behind it at either end. He had on a pair of black boots, looking to be made for a gothic type person.<|im_end|>