Auction

First Person POV Rules

Italic text like this, are the thoughts that are accessible to everything in a characters mind in first person.

Normal text like this is the character describing what they are doing in a sort of pseudo-omniscient narration.

"Text like this are people talking", whether that be the character the POV is following or people talking around them.

-Text like this are the thoughts of anything in the characters mind- this rules both applies to second consciousnesses and certain types of magic, like long distance communication between two people.

Third Person POV Rules.

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

Describing

-Another persons thoughts in someone else's head-

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I watch through the small gap as a tall man walks onto the stage wearing very fancy looking clothes and a mask shaped like a upside down crescent moon covering his eyes and part of the right side of his face.

He smiles and finally speaks, his voice booming, "Greetings esteemed patrons, I hope your stay has been lovely so far, and I can assure you today we have the finest of items, so let me not waste anymore of your time, and move onto the first order of business".

The man finishes, before he snaps his fingers and for some reason I feel some sort of 'energy' coming from a bit away in the direction his back is facing, before the energy centers next to him, and in the same fashion as before a circle fitted with patterns appears on the floor next to him.

And out of thin air a nice looking glass pedestal is left on stage with an item on it, I can only assume a set of people used that teleportation magic they used to get us here, on that pedestal to get it there.

"An item I think you would like..."

The announcer drones on and on about items before giving a starting price and to be expected people bid for the item and eventually they get to an item that catches my attention.

The announcer removes a small vile filled with purple liquid out of the glass case after the item has been teleported inside, and holds it up.

"Now what we have here is a special potion crafted by our leading alchemists, what they like to call, a potion of Rotification. And as you can tell, it has been made with the finest of Rot caused by New Magic."

That makes my eyes wide, but I brush it off.

Probably a coincidence.

"Just a single bottle of this can turn any human regardless of magic ability and willpower, into a Rot Monster-Human hybrid, capable of being extremely powerful solders" the man finishes and I frown.

"I will now ask for a subject to show it off, from our slave collection being sold up next, can I have product number.... lets go with 8, no one would want you" the masked guards around us grab a old, extremely obese man wearing noble attire, who almost instantly begins screaming and kicking.

He is easily dragged on stage in front of our very eyes and once there the announcer smiles devilishly before easily prying the mans mouth open and shoving the entire bottle down his throat, not even bothering to pour the liquid.

The man of course begins chocking on the bottle before it breaks in his throat causing him to cough blood and glass shards and a few specks of the potion.

But soon enough he stops making any sounds and thick purple veins begin spreading from his neck and once they reach his eyes, they glaze over white. His head shoots upwards as he falls to his knees, almost looking possessed.

He screams blood curdling screams that shake everyone near me, excluding of course the guards, rather they seem happy, I can see most of them grinning through the gap in their masks.

The mans body begins rapidly deforming, his skin explodes in a kaleidoscope of colors before landing on a disgusting shade of yellow, his eyes bulge, his teeth all fall out of his mouth one by one, his mass grows.

And I once again begin feeling 'energy' coming from somewhere, but this time is it originating from the rapidly deforming man instead, and after a blood curling 5 minutes, there stands a 8 foot, yellow abomination oozing all sorts of liquids, that looks around with apparent rage in its eyes.

But he does not act on anything, he instead looks at the announcer seemingly waiting for instructions "As you can see, they can transform into their monster forms at will, and back" the man smiles ordering the beast to turn back into a human, which it does.

The announcer receives claps and people whisper among themselves about the item, the announcer now done with the demonstrations kicks the man-monster in the face causing his body to literally explode into purple guts, probably caused by the potion, the man now dead.

The blood and body parts vanish into the thin air and the announcer begins auctioning a 5 sets of 5 potions. While we begin panicking at the thought of what will happen to us in the hands of these crazy people.

Children cry, adults lay motionless and without life in their eyes, woman sit traumatized and scream when they even look in the direction of a man, but we hear none of this, like some sort of spell is cast over us preventing us from making sounds, but that doesn't prevent me from easily reading their expressions and lips.

One by one, I watch as people are removed from their chains and taken on stage, I watch as children no older than 10 get sold off to grown adults staring at them with lust.

I watch as women get sold off as objects in a similar manner and not even 5 seconds after getting sold they are molested by their new owners and no one bats an eye.

I watch as men get sold among crowd members who claim they would be good in their monster fight clubs, and then the number 1 is called, and I am dragged on stage.

Already affected by what I have seen in less than 10 minutes of being here I stand to my feet after being thrown on the floor and stare down the crowd of rich men and woman, who also share the same eccentric hair colors I have been seeing on everyone.

The announcer looks at me and smiles, "Our final product, age 13 from our sources, just the ripe age, am I right ladies?" I recoil in disgust at that single sentence.

Please never say such words ever again. I beg.

This body is thirteen... pretty close on my estimate from earlier, good to know.

Now why dont you tell us your name?" he asks, he has asked this question to all the kids before me. I look at him, then the crowd of well dressed men and woman, some staring at me with gazes filled with emotion not suited to be directed at a child.

I take a deep breath and answer, "Fuck you all, you disgusting excuses for humans", with a straight face.

Silence.

Radio silence.

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Bow down my subjects! Praise me! Submit yourselves to me! Give me your offerings of stones, and you shall be free of my wrath!