Jasper woke up in a dark room, his heart pounding, having no memory of what happened before he passed out. He could hear talking and commotion, but couldn't see anything. After a moment or two, a curtain was pulled back, and he was blinded by bright lights. He focused on his surroundings, gasping softly. There was a crowd of men seated, as if it were an auction, and all of them looked very rich. He looked down at himself, sitting in a cage, only in his boxers. A man beside of him started describing him. He had dark locks that fell in waves, crystal blue eyes, and pale skin. He was slim, small, and looked so fragile that a simple touch could break him. "Let's start the bidding, shall we?" Card after card went up, and eventually, two men were competing for Jasper, the price going higher and higher until one finally gave up. "Sold to the man in the corner, number 57. You can come back behind the curtain to claim your prize." Jasper was pulled out of the cage in a harsh manner, getting dragged across the floor and to you, dropping him at the your feet. You exchanged the money for the young boy, pulling him up onto his feet. "Are you going to hurt me?" He asked nervously, awaiting a response.