Third Person POV

Taehyung was shoved into a cell like room, dirty and in desperate need to be washed.

He numbly got to his feet as the door was slammed shut behind him, effectively locking him inside.

He looked around and found that there was nothing, save for an old mattress and a bucket for...relieving himself.

He was completely numb, unable to think clearly or process what had happened to him.

He walked over to the bed and sat down, eventually laying on his back and turning to stare at the celing.

He should be crying.

Should be screaming.

Should be doing something.

If not feeling something.

But there was nothing.

He couldn't think.

Couldn't feel.

But then...

Bun?

A single thought, and everything came crashing down.

The male cried out, tears streaming down his face, as the boy he loved came to kind, his smile, his giggle, his beautiful voice and playful yet shy personality.

His bun was the only thing that he could think about, the one thing that had sent him over the edge.

He curled into a ball and cried, sobbing quietly into the first mattress, craving the touch of his delicate bun.

Did you make it home safe?

Did you wait for me for a long time?

I'm sorry, bun, I don't think I'll be seeing you for a long while.

I love you.

I'll always love you

Taehyung's head burned as his mind overloaded on thoughts and emotions came crashing in.

He cried and cried until he had no tears left to give.

He didn't know how long he stayed in the cell, nor how long it had been since he'd last moved from his curled up position on the mattress.

Suddenly, the doors to the cell opened and Taehyung turned, his eyes squinting at the harsh light.

A woman stepped through, dressed fancily in a red cocktail dress, her hair done perfectly, her heels clacking against the stone floors.

"Get up." She said softly, but in a demanding tone.

Taehyung slowly rose from the mattress and turned, facing the woman. She looked the boy over, sighing.

"You're a dominant." She said quietly. Taehyung was confused as to what she meant. "Come with me. I will be training you for the next few weeks."

"Training..?"

"You'll find out." Taehyung followed the woman hesitantly out of the cell and down the hall. They eventually left the building, surrounded by large and buff men.

He got into a car and they drove off.

They eventually pulled up in front of a nice home, which Taehyung was gently but sternly pushed towards.

He stepped forward, entering the fancy home and was led to a bedroom, the woman entering behind him.

He was left alone with her, as she took out two needles.

"Don't struggle, and this will go much nicer for you." Taehyung watched as she approached him, needle in hand.

She grabbed his arm and inserted the first in his wrist. She then repeated the process in his other wrist.

"What's that?"

"Muscle relaxants. You'll still be able to move, but you can't run. It'll weaken you considerably and long term use it will make you look smaller and more feminine. We can't sell dominant males."

"Sell?"

"You're going to be sold as a slave. And you'll need to be trained before that as you aren't naturally a submissive." The woman sighed. "The more you cooperate, the easier it will be for you. I am here to train you. I am not your friend, nor am I your saviour. I will not help you escape nor will I help you in any other way besides preparing you for the auction. You will address me as mistress and do everything I say, understand?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Good. First things first." She said. She walked to the closet and grabbed some things.

She threw them at Taehyung told him to put it on. He stared at it, glancing at her.

But he complied and removed his clothing, putting on the panties, the skirt and the crop top, not knowing how to feel.

He didn't want to accept this, and he knew that any other sane person would fight back, but he couldn't. His brain had shut down and all it could do was accept this as a new normal.

"We will begin tomorrow. For now, rest. I will give you this reward for being good."

"Yes, mistress."

Taehyung would think that a woman like this would be considered a villain.

But in the future, after being sold and being forced to do things he never wanted to do...the only thing he would do was thank her.

She told him how it was, told him what would happen. She prepared him and did not sugar coat anything, did not give him a false sense of hope to what was to come.

And so all he could do was thank her.