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The world has gone to shit.
Okay, so that's a lie. The better wording would be:
Kim Namjoon's life has officially gone to shit.
He is, as of now, on a cage wearing what would be classified as slutty clothing to be sold to the highest buyer as a slave. More specifically, a sex slave. You can now see why his life has gone to shit.
Actually, shit would be an understatement to his current predicament.
He isn't actually sure why he is here. Sure, he's not ugly but he's rather average looking. He's tall and has decent proportions but he's not that sexy. Okay, so maybe he's in denial. Sue him. Just.. why? Why him? He's a pretty decent person. He volunteers, he's the president of green earth club at school so why? Whywhywhywhy-
"Hey" the boy at the cage next to him (cage-mate?) said unaware that he just interrupted Namjoon's internal - monologue?? panic??
"Hi" For the record, he is not looking. Fine, he IS looking but respectfully.
Jesus Christ, is that how slutty he looks?? Wait no, Namjoon's pretty sure his outfit is more skimpy looking. Fucking hell.
"My name's Taehyung. So, do you know why we're here?"
Poor kid. He doesn't even know what's going on.
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news but, we're being sold as sex slaves"
"Oh" Taehyung just got three shades paler at the news. Poor, poor kid.
"Actually" the boy on the cage on his other side grimly said "it's worst than that. Oh, and I'm Jimin by the way"
"How could there be something worse than being sold as a sex slave?" Taehyung asked, horrified.
"It's so much worst" Jimin delivered the news ominously "We're actually sold not just as sex slaves but also, as food sources"
"Food sources?" He asked, warily.
"Yup, our buyers are vampires"
It took a while for him and Taehyung to process that information.
"Is-is that a joke?" Namjoon uttered, horrified.
"Unfortunately, no" Jimin said grimly.
"Well, look at the bright side. At least we're not going to be fucked by old geezers but by ethereally beautiful creatures." Teahyung said.
"Aren't they technically old geezers, I mean, they're vampires, they're" Namjoon waved his hand lamely "old".
"And, they're beautiful sure, but also scary. Look to your left" Jimin said
Both he and Taehyung turned to stare at the approaching persons wearing black suits. Namjoon tried not to stare. He really did. But he couldn't help it.
At first, Namjoon was still skeptical about what Jimin said that they're buyers are vampires. But now that he's looking closely, he can see it.
Pale and flawless skins, too flawless to be human. Sharp fangs peeking out whenever they talk and they're eyes..
Two black voids of nothingness.
Namjoon shivered.
"We're probably not gonna last long" Jimin said ominously.
"What does that mean?" Namjoon uttered, scared.
"Rumor has it that human slaves only last one or two years tops"
"They get killed?" Taehyung asked.
"Nope. Suicide" Jimin said
Namjoon was horrified. Does that mean that he will get used until he can't take it anymore and turned to suicide to be free?
"Are there actually humans who were freed or lasted long?" Namjoon uttered, desperately.
"Well, there is but-"
"But?"
"It's practically impossible. You see, you have to make the vampire fall in love with you"
Oh. Oh. Fuck, he's so screwed.
It wasn't long before someone came and bought one of them. Jimin was the first. They injected him to make him unconscious and collared him.
Namjoon trembled. Is that what's gonna happen to him? He tried to blink back his tears to no avail.
He turned to Taehyung and he can see Taehyung's scared expression mirroring his.
He wiped his tears and held out his hand.
They stayed holding hands until another buyer came and took Taehyung.
Namjoon held his knees to his chest and shivered. He's alone now and he's scared. So, so scared.
Namjoon didn't know how much time has passed. It could be hours, it could be minutes when suddenly, a pair of shiny Oxford shoes entered his blurry vision.
No, no. Please no.
"What's his name?"
"Namjoon. Kim Namjoon, 22. You can change his name if you don't like it"
"Namjoon" the vampire said, testing out his name "I won't change it. It's beautiful".
Namjoon breathed in and out. Focus Namjoon. You need to focus. This may be you're last chance to escape.
Namjoon waited until they unlocked the cage and bolted out of it.
He ran but a pair of muscular arms wrapped around his torso and halted his escape. He kicked and screamed and cried but it was futile. He then felt something prickling his neck.
"You're mine now, Namjoon" was the last thing he heard before he lost consciousness.