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Where do we Draw the Lines?	By : AxelAsh Category: +A through F > DRAMAtical Murder Views: 1411 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The inspiration for this came so fast it was almost unreal. However, both parties are consenting adults (Even if Aoba is like...only 18 cough cough) Anyway, enjoy the story, feel free to leave comments or ideas.

Despite the fact you could hear movement from other barred cells in the very large, yet oddly cramped feeling, room showed how quiet everyone was trying to be.

The ones who'd been in their cells the longest had all but subjected themselves to their fates and were trying as hard as they could to simply get by without a simple problem till they would someday find freedom; most would die before that happened though.

While the younger, the new captives often found themselves the targets of such punishments for misbehaving. At this moment, other than the sound of screaming you could hear some poor child crying out as he was beaten for trying to bite the warden.

In one of the farther corners, two twin boys huddled together as closely as they possibly could. The frailer of the two clung tightly to his brother, hiding his face with his short hair. His body shaking as terribly as a tree in a terrible storm.

“Aoba...I'm scared..” he whispered softly. Hands tightening on his twins rags that he wore. Aoba simply held Sei tightly, trying to be the strong one. To be the one that would protect his brother. Eventually, the crying out had stopped, and the room went back to being silent as the grave.

Their cage was relatively empty now, all the other prisoners had either been sold or died. Really, no one left this place without a collar around their neck or in a body bag.

It was silent for awhile and eventually, everyone began to fall asleep.

But sure enough, the silence was broken when the warden came walking in with several prospective buyers. Two men who almost looked like twins themselves came following behind the stubby little man known as “The Warden.”

He was a disgusting grease ball who liked to cause pain and misery to those around him. Frankly, in Sei and Aoba's shared opinion, he looked like a pig.

And behind the two blonde's came the 4^th person trailing behind them. This man was tall, broad and very intimidating to look at. But then again all of them were scary to look at and this dim, orange like lighting wasn't helping.

“We don't have much stock that may fit your standards these days gentlemen. Our stock has been...limited lately.”

“I assure you 'Warden' we aren't that difficult to please.” The smaller of the two blondes assured him, hands clasped behind his back as they walked.

Sei looked up and past his brother, watching the two men. “Aoba take a look...” he whispered, scooting closer to the bars now. “You think they're like us?” he whispered.

Aoba scooted back some. “S-Sei get back here!” he whispered harshly. Sei turned his head to look at his brother, who was now sitting in the farther corner.

“But I'm curious, I want to s--”

“What a curious little thing you are.” Sei quickly whipped his head back up and was now looking face to face into the prettiest, yet scary, blue green eyes he'd ever seen. His hands shook as he held tightly to the bars.

The blonde reached out, two fingers under the boy's chin and tilting it up some. “Hmm...Trip, what do you think?” he asked, turning an eye to his friend behind him.

He simply let out a small “Hnn...” sound in response.

Sei shook, taking deep breaths as he swallowed thickly.

“He seems to approve of you too. We have very specific taste little one. You should feel special. Warden, I think we found ours.”

No....

No way.

This couldn't be happening! Not like this!

Sei looked to Aoba with wide eyes and Aoba quickly moved out of hiding to grip onto his brother, trying to pull him away.

Trip moved closer, to the cell now, crouching beside Virus.

“Twin's?” Trip looked to the Warden, and the man nodded.

“Ah yes! Sei and Aoba. They were brought here a few weeks ago. We had to shackle their feet to the floor to keep them from moving. They have a habit of...running. The orphanage they were living at went under and a lot of those kids scattered to the wind. Including these two.”

“Ah! So that's why you were curious.”

They still didn't know the smaller blonde's name or even the big man behind them.

“We can't take both of them, Virus.” Trip spoke.

The man sighed. “I know. We only have enough for one.” Virus chuckled, looking to the man behind them. “Unless our friend Mink wants to buy the other for himself.

The man snorted, a small smirk being drawn to his lips. But it was one of disgust more than anything. “No thank you. If I want some T and A, I will admit it by hooking up with someone. Rather be honest than the two of you.”

Aoba's blonde ran cold. So...that's why they were there. He looked to the man, now known as Mink. He shook, taking a deep breath. “Sei...” he whispered and the dark haired boy looked to him.

“I'm sorry...” he whispered to his brother.

Sei looked so confused by what his brother was talking about.

“Take my brother.”

Everyone had been discussing things when Aoba finally spoke. Surprise filled both the blondes and even a hint looked on Mink's face. Just as quickly as it had appeared it was just as quickly gone. You would have had to be looking at Mink to even catch it and also to know what you were looking for.

Sei's eyes went wide and shock. “A-Aoba!?” he cried, looking distressed.

The warden unlocked the cage, two guards coming to help him

“Listen to me...” he whispered to Sei, who was now in hysterics as he blubbered like a baby. Constantly saying he couldn't leave him, how they were supposed to stick together. Aoba held Sei's hands tightly in his.

“I will find you. I promise...” he whispered. Right as he said those words, a guard pulled Sei out of the cage, despite much protesting.

The Warden, Virus, and Trip talked as they began walking down the hallway followed as Sei was carried out of the room. Mink stayed back a bit, looking down at Aoba as he clung to the bars, now all alone in that cell.

“...Why?” Mink asked him, raising one brow. Aoba looked up at him, his eyes shining with tears as they spilled down his face.

“Eh?”

The man rolled his eyes, crouching down now, resting his elbow on one knee, his hand in his palm. “Are you deaf or stupid? I asked why you would give your freedom to him?”

“...” Aoba said nothing and looked down at the floor, shaking as Mink stared at him.

“Ah, Mink are you coming?” Virus called, all of them stopped to wait for him to catch up.

The man didn't look up from watching Aoba.

“....” without a word, Mink gripped that chin from between the bars, forcing Aoba's face up. He winced, closing his eyes tightly as his cheeks were squeezed together in that large hand.

Aoba whined, slowly forcing one eye open.

“This place makes the worst of people. So why would you be any different?” he whispered quietly.

Aoba said nothing, but not like he could with the fact this asshole was holding his face together.

He huffed, standing now and following the group and soon enough Aoba was left alone.

And he cried just as hard as Sei had done before he left.

Without a window or even a clock, there was no way to actually know how long had passed after his brother left. People came, went, and came back several times before Aoba had eventually lost the fight against the mental exhaustion of the day. He curled up in the corner of the cell, hiding his face in his arms as he felt the tears silently fall harder down his face.

Tons of questions whirled in Aoba's head. Was his brother alright? Were those men going to be good to him? What would they be doing to him? Who that man with them was and why he had made this look right before he had left?

Of course, those questions soon changed to concern for himself.
What would happen to him for screwing up the deal between those men and The Warden?

Of course, those actions had consequences. A short time later, one of The Warden's favorite employee's came to his cell and yanked it open.

“You little brat!” he yanked the boy out of the cell, feeling those shackles dig and pull on his ankles; Aoba thought they might break.

“Because of you, the boss lost out on making a ton of additional money! He was so close to breaking those two down into a payment plan to have you both!” A kick to his stomach.

“You worthless!” Another kick.

“Ungrateful!” Aoba felt like he was going to be sick. His insides curling as he felt the wind knocked out of his entire body.

“Piece of--” Aoba covered his face with his hands, feeling the other might go for his face but nothing else came. He slowly looked up to find the man had stopped, listening to something in his ear piece they all wore.

He looked back down to Aoba's dirty, tear stained face. That cold, heartless look of pure disgust.

“Boss wants you.” And with that, he yanked Aoba off the tile floor, unhooked his shackles and practically dragged him down the hall.

Aoba had begun to internally make peace with himself as he was dragged down the halls. He knew what was coming next...he was going to die.

The boss HATED losing out on money he could earn. The last time a young girl messed up a deal they took her and she never came back. The guards had talked about how she was killed and dumped in some river a few miles from their location.

“I'm sorry Sei...but at least you're safe...” he thought to himself as he was met with a terribly blinding light when a door was open. Having been subjected being in little to no light for a long time, the sudden onslaught could be surprising and downright painful.

Aoba rubbed his eyes with both hands before being shoved onto the floor. When he opened his eyes, he was met with a pair of nice, shiny, leather boots.

He slowly looked up and as he did, he was surprised at who he saw.

“You!?”

Mink snorted, resting his right cheek on his knuckles.

Now that they were in better lighting, Aoba could make out more. The suit he wore, the way his hair was held in dreads, the accessories, the high cheek bones and his broad figure. God..

This guy was a walking steroids factory.

Aoba sat up on his knee's now, shaking still with a wince his now bruising stomach.

The Warden stood nearby, not saying a word.

“Mink here has decided to purchase you!” He suddenly chimed in.

Aoba looked to the pigman, before looking back to the man in front of him.

Aoba's brain was coming up with all these thoughts and theories.

His smart mouth just couldn't...stop.

“So what was that you said earlier about if you wanted some T and A, you would find someone else?”

“MIND YOUR TONGUE!” And with that, a slap came to the back of his head. Mink scowled, standing.

“I've made my decision.”

A loud yelp came from Aoba as he was lifted up into Mink's arm, being balanced like a child with only one hand. Aoba clung tightly to his chest and shoulder, cheeks red.

He looked at Aoba, and Aoba looked right back into those eyes. Those beautiful, gold eyes.

“Did they hurt you anywhere else?” He asked and Aoba, against better judgment, nodded.

“Where.”

“M-My stomach...”

Mink glared at the Warden and his men.

“For each injury he's gotten while in your care, you're taking 50 thousand off the price.”

Aoba leaned into Mink's left ear, whispering.

“Three kicks to the stomach, and that smack to my head.”

Mink nodded. “You can take my offer, or leave it. Make no profit or some. Frankly, I should take the damn kid and you be lucky that I'm still leaving you with no broken bones or dead.”

The man ground his teeth tightly together, before sighing. “Of course...I'll send you the bill with a reduced price.”

Mink nodded and carried Aoba out of the room.

“...Why did you buy me?” he asked him.

Mink rolled his shoulders.

“Why are you so small?” Mink snorted in response.

Aoba really had no idea if this was a good idea.
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