WOWC - SV Chapter 4

Sonic awoke to a headache, yet again. When he tried to place a hand to his head to ease the pain, he noticed his hands were above his head in shackles, or that's where he could feel they were, since the room was pitch black.

"H-hello?" he called out in a whisper into the cold dark room, only to have silence return.

"Hello?" he called out a little louder. Still no response. That was when the boy started panicking. He frantically rattled at the chains that restricted his movement.

"Help! Someone, help me! Please, anybody, somebody, help! Help me, please!" he shouted.

"Please......please...please," he cried ending the last two words in a whisper, his voice quivered and shook through never-ending sobs.

After some time, Sonic's ear perked and moved in the direction of a slight twisting of a lock and doorknob coming from his far left. When the door opened, he could make out two silhouettes, and with the flick of a light switch came the blinding lights. He immediately yelped in pain and tightly closed his eyes, slowly reopening them so that they could focus more in the new lighting. There, a few feet in front of him, stood Slate and the dark blue male known as Midnight.

"Boys?" came a voice from outside the doorway.

"We're in here, boss," Midnight called out. Into the room stepped a rather short male olive green in color with brown quills slicked back on his head. His eyes were brown; he wore a plaid suit jacket with brown trousers to match, and puffed on a thick cigar. Sonic could also tell that he was a heavy drinker from the protruding beer-belly seen through his white shirt underneath.

"Ah, so this is the fine specimen that was such a handful to you two," he chuckled through his cigar, his sharp teeth glistening in the light. "A fine specimen, indeed," he grinned, licking his lips as he approached the young boy.

"Who - - who are you?" Sonic dared to ask, his voice trembling as he spoke. "Where am I?"

"Well, it's mighty smart for a Wild, that's for sure," he said to the others. "And that's a stupid question … you should be asking why you're in here? Welcome to one of the biggest chain of bed slaves the Black Market has to offer here on Epsilon Reticuli. I'm Aspen Holiday, the boss and owner of this fine establishment. It's a pleasure to meet you, my little money maker."

"Bed slaves? Money maker? W-what do you want with me?"

"Your body for the right price, of course. Now let's get a few facts from you to see how much money you'll be worth," he responded.

"I'm not telling you anything," he spat back, despite screaming his head off on the inside.

"I wasn't expecting you to. Boys, do the honors if you'd please," he smirked. Slate and Midnight approached, one with a digital tablet of some sort as the other pulled out a pocket knife.

"No…NO!!" he screamed as Midnight roughly put his hand to his mouth to silence him, while Slate held down his legs to keep him from thrashing about.

"Slaves are property, my dear. Property can't own property, not even clothes," Mr. Holiday chuckled on as he watched on and puffed on his cigar.

As Sonic thrashed about, Midnight took the pocket knife and sliced open his side. The poor boy screamed out in agony, causing Midnight's hand to slip just enough for him to sink his teeth into his wrist. The slave hunter yelled and gave Sonic an abrupt slap to the face, shouting, "You piece of trash!" The boy cried, tears streaming down his newly bruised cheek as he struggled even more. Using the blunt side of the blade, he scraped off some of his violet blood that ran down his side and handed the knife to Slate, cursing and storming out to bandage and treat his deep wound.

"Make sure to bring back a muzzle for this one, Midnight. We don't want it running around biting people, now do we?" Mr. Holiday boomed with laughter as the smoke from his cigar formed a small cloud around that fat head of his. Slate let the warm blood trickle down into a tube attached to the digital tablet. After punching in a few numbers and codes, he gave the results to Mr. Holiday.

The boss read on for a few minutes when his eyes widened and his cigar fell to the floor. He read the results one more time to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.

"What is it, boss?" Slate asked, coming to his side to take a look.

"He's an Elite," he whispered in disbelief, staring down in awe at a seriously ticked-off Sonic. Taking the tablet in hand, Slate read on, looking at the boy, then back at the results.

"But…there's only one other Elite in the world, and that's - -"

"Until now," he answered. Then an idea struck him, causing a twisted grin to inch across his face. What changed Sonic's expression from rage to utter confusion was when the man burst into a fit of laughter. Then, Midnight returned, with one newly bandaged hand and an iron muzzle with black leather straps in the other.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"I just hit the jackpot!" Mr. Holiday shouted with joy while the cobalt male in front of him had a 'WTF' look on his face.

"Apparently, this slave is an Elite," Slate replied, showing him the teen's results.

"But, there's only been one other Elite since the beginning of time, and that's another male," Midnight added.

After having his laughing fit, Mr. Holiday lit another cigar and stated, snatching back the tablet, "And that's just the icing on the cake! Listen to this: Name-unknown, Age-320, Height-8'9", Weight-750 lbs., Species-Hybrid Elite, Sexual Status-virgin uke, Ownership-never owned!" he read with enthusiasm, Sonic listening intently.

"This Wild's healthy as can be; he's never been owned, and best of all he's a virgin! I know practically millions who'd pay top dollar to take him first! And to think, if I could get him pregnant, I'd have a fresh batch of slaves from an entirely new species that I'd sell off to the highest bidder bit by bit!" he rambled on, only seeing dollar signs.

"Boss, you're drooling."

"What the heck are you talking about!? I'm a guy, I can't have kids!!" Sonic shouted. "And even if I could, I would rather die and take the life of an unborn child with me than to bring one into this world occupied by sick and twisted freaks like you!" he shouted as tears flowed endlessly down his face at the thought giving birth to a child, only to have it instantly taken away from him to be sold.

"Now, now. No need to get all stressed up, now do we? You need to be nice and healthy for all those babies in the not-too-distant future," he chuckled evilly, rubbing a cold hand over Sonic's exposed peach belly.

"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!!" he screamed, using his foot to kick the man to the ground a few feet away in one, swift move. He landed on his back with a thud; Midnight and Slate were there in an instant, helping their boss to his feet.

Mr. Holiday had turned red in the face by the time he stormed up to the boy who was screaming at the tops of his lungs, "Let me out! Let me go!! I haven't done anything to you! Please, you can't keep me in here!"

He pulled something from the inside of his coat pocket, and stabbed him in the neck with a long syringe, injecting the blue male with a glowing, green liquid of some kind, causing him to cry out in pain.

Sonic grew quiet in almost an instant.

"W-what…did you…g-give me?" he asked, his eyes becoming heavy, his muscles starting to feel like jelly as his words slurred. The medicine was already kicking in.

"Just think of it as a very strong muscle relaxant. It calms you down and stops you from talking. It's just a little something to make you cooperate and be more submissive," Aspen answered.

Sonic's arms fell limp to his sides when Midnight removed them from the shackles above his head and quickly cuffed them entirely too tight behind his back. He then clamped iron shackles onto both of his ankles, held together by thick chain. Mr. Holiday smiled with delight and approval.

"Remember, he needs to look good enough for the auction in three months. No one is to do anything, I repeat, ANYTHING with him, otherwise I'll skin you alive! His training starts tomorrow. If he doesn't cooperate, use whatever punishment is necessary. If he continues to persist, give him a few days in the Hole. I've read that Elites are supposed to be fast healers, so we don't have to worry about malnourishing you a little and scarring up that figure, now do we, uke?" he nodded towards the slash on his side from the knife, seeing it quickly heal and close up as if nothing was ever there.

By now, the drug had taken full effect: Sonic just sat there--calm, quiet, relaxed--his anger, sadness, and other emotions just seemed to have gone up in smoke. His ears folded and his dull emerald eyes stared at the ground half-lidded, a blank expression on his face. If he didn't look so healthy and fit, the teen could easily be mistaken for a broken slave as well.

Mr. Holiday laughed as he gave the blue male one last look, leaving the room. His henchmen quickly followed and left a heavily drugged and now-muzzled Sonic to be claimed by the darkness of his cell once more.