Auction [just for stupid]

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave

Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.

She paused on her way out the door, glancing over her shoulder with a lifted eyebrow. “You have enough spirit to growl at me. I honestly expected you to run away at the first opportunity.”

Then she was gone.

Derek’s eyes trailed back up to catch a flash of red hair as she left the room. He sat for a moment, thinking over her words, and then he slowly slid to the end of the bed, reaching for the tray and bringing it onto the bed with him.

He ate as much as he could, which was a little bit more than the night before but not by much, and then he went to shower. The hot water felt like heaven and his muscles finally began to relax a little bit. After the shower, he toweled off and tugged on a pair of the pants that were in the room, then sat on his bed.

When she came back, sans tablet, one eyebrow again ticked up briefly at his lack of shirt, but she didn’t comment on it. “Are you ready, then?” Summer asked instead. “You taste much better than last night, at any rate. Good.” Picking up the tray, she gestured to the door with her head and went out the door, simply assuming he would follow.

Back out through the locked door at the head of the hallway, she turned in the opposite direction from the kitchen area and into a small examining room. “He doesn’t trust us at all,” she said quietly.

“If we can just coax him to stay for a few days, I think he’ll be able to be on his own. Physically, at least,” Spring replied.

“We’ll see what happened when I — ” Summer cut off.

Leave a Reply