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Undercover Love	By : Kasie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 6

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Darren was feeling a little bit better…though he could not tell how much time had passed. He felt like he could possibly put up a fight now. However, it was too late. His hands had already been bound and the beautiful kimono was his only state of dress. A pretty blonde woman had just been dragged out on stage and Darren sat awaiting his turn. His usually calm demeanor was unraveling at the seams. He was sick of being leered at. And he didn’t have a plan. If his contact was truly dead…no, his contact was dead…and he was about to be sold to some perverted sadist. He wanted to run, but at this rate if he tried he knew he’d be dead for sure.

“SOLD!” An elevated voice called out from the stage.

“NO!” A cry of misery. Darren shook his head angrily…he couldn’t help anyone like this. He was as much failure as the other agents who had come before him.

“Come along, you cow!” One of the auction-house guards growled, dragging the girl away. Darren inwardly cringed.

“Your turn, princess.” Another hooded guard came towards him, grabbing him by his arm bruisingly. Darren struggled frantically against the much larger man, self-preservation kicking in. Unfortunately he was still heavily subdued by his drugged state and the man was very strong. He was shoved out onto the stage, white, hot lights shining down on him.

Darren stared out at the bidders in the audience, once again cursing his partner for getting himself caught and ruining everything. Every single bidder had his face covered with a hood. At this point, even if he made it back to headquarters, they’d have little to go on as far as arrests were concerned.

“We will start the bidding at fifty thousand for this one! He’s virginal in every way; trained by Master Tyrone in the basics but completely open to the influence of whoever will have him! I See fifty thousand…do I hear eighty?! Eighty! Do I hear one hundred?! Come on…just look at his tight little unused ass…and that mouth of his…those lips alone are worth one hundred thousand! He’s extremely pliable…easily dominated, but not entirely without spirit!” At that the auctioneer slapped Darren’s ass, causing him to jump, glaring back at him and then out at the chuckling crowd, frightened. He breathed in deeply to calm himself as the bidding continued.

“I see one hundred! Do I hear one-fifty?! One-fifty to the woman in the front row! Do I hear one-eighty?!”

“Two hundred and fifty!” A deep, fear-evoking voice boomed out over the crowd causing a hush to go through the room. Darren tried to get a clear look at the owner of the voice but his face, too, was covered.

“Two hundred and fifty to Master Malachi!!” The auctioneer’s voice actually sounded afraid of the man. It made Darren wonder just how terrible he was, honestly terrified that he would find out first hand after all. It was a strange occurrence, Darren looked out at the audience and it seemed as if all other bidders had stopped their bidding out of some kind of reverence to Malachi. Darren was becoming more and more nervous.

“Two hundred and fifty going once!!....going twice!...” Darren’s mind was racing. All he could think about was just how fucked he was.

“Three hundred and fifty!” Suddenly, another voice rang out over the crowd, equally powerful. It caused shiver to run up Darren’s spine as the audience rumbled in surprise.

“Three hundred and fifty thousand to Master Daniel!” The auctioneer’s voice quivered again with fear.

“Four hundred thousand!!” Malachi’s voice positively growled. Darren watched the two hooded figures battle it out, not quite sure what was going on now, knowing that either way his fate had been sealed when his partner got caught.

“Five hundred thousand!” The second hooded figure called out, seemingly determined not to lose. Darren squirmed in his bindings on stage, fear consuming his thoughts. He didn’t have a plan and he hated it.

“Five hundred and fifty!” Malachi tried again, his voice vibrating with anger. Darren could hear the desire in the man’s voice, he hated that it was directed at him. At this rate he’d be lucky to be dead within the week.

“SEVEN hundred and fifty!!" the second bidder called out. Everyone seemed to be watching the exchange between the two Masters. It seemed that Malachi had backed down, stepping backwards and falling silent, rather begrudgingly.

“SOLD to Master Daniel of the Jones family!!” The auctioneer shouted excitedly. Darren barely had a chance to register the auctioneer’s voice as he was being dragged backstage. He fought against the guard frantically, earning himself a painful knock in the head. He saw another younger boy being dragged out on stage as he was pulled off. He was slammed into a chair and another syringe was jabbed into his arm. Damn it, he hated the effect the drug had on him; that familiar fog rolling over his consciousness.

A short time later, the hooded figure that had “purchased” him came back stage. He seemed to have a presence about him, his dark green-hood hid his face but everyone seemed to know and fear him anyway. He shook hands with the guard that had dragged Darren off stage before coming straight towards him. Darren stiffened in the chair he was sitting in, raising himself to look as big as possible, half-glaring at the man as he approached. His limbs were once again unbound, but they felt like lead at his sides and, no matter how hard he tried, he could not force them to cooperate.

“Ah… Hello there.” The man’s voice was deep, but there was something to it that disarmed Darren. The man didn’t say anything else, he removed the blue velvet collar that Tyrone had placed upon his neck and tossed it to the side. “You will wear the Collar bearing my mark now, slave.” He spoke with an air of authority that Tyrone had never had, placing a black crushed leather collar with green gems encrusted into it in a beautiful swirling pattern around his neck. The collar was anything but comfortable, though there was little Darren could do about it at the moment. A slender nimble-fingered hand reached out to caress Darren’s face. He jerked away slightly and that same hand slapped him for it. Darren would not allow himself to cry.

“You do not jerk away from your new Master, slave.” His voice sounded oddly hollow to Darren’s ears, the hand came back to caress his face and he did not pull away.

“Ah, I see you’ve already found your merchandise, young Master Jones.” A new man, balding and fair-skinned came towards them. Darren examined him, assuming that he was, perhaps, the auction-house keeper. The man that had purchased him lowered his emerald hood to greet the other man, revealing a much younger face than Darren had anticipated.

The slave owner did not seem to be any older than himself… and already he was buying his very own pound of flesh on the black market. It made Darren sick to his stomach

“Yes I have, William. Thank you, I wish to take him home now…I, of course, have the money in cash as per usual, shall we go find my assistant? I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.” The slave-owner clapped the man on the back and they walked off together, leaving Darren sitting in the chair he had been placed. The syringe he had been stuck with must have contained a far more potent version of the drug Tyrone had used earlier for he felt like he was floating, he could not get any of his limbs to work. He felt completely out of it.

“Well, well, well… There you are…” A dark voice found its way into Darren’s consciousness. He recognized the voice, it was the man who had lost the auction…. Malachi. Darren did his best to gaze up at the man, focusing on his hooded-head. Malachi seemed to think he was safe backstage, removing his hood as he looked at Darren, revealing long platinum hair and a pale, angular face, cold grey eyes examining Darren’s every feature.

“Flawless…” He murmured, cold hand reaching out to touch Darren’s face…making him shiver, sliding down to his throat, just above the collar…gripping tightly. Darren’s eyes widened; it felt like the man was actually trying to crush his windpipe. He squeaked in protest, trying to pull back; hating the feeling of being so helpless, panicking as he quickly ran out of oxygen. The man laughed deeply at the panicked look in Darren’s eyes, his own grey orbs sparkling sadistically.

“Malachi!! Get your hands off my property!” Just as quickly as Malachi had begun squeezing, he released Darren, as if burned by his skin. “What do you think you were doing?” Daniel demanded, stalking towards Darren and Malachi. Darren turned his head, gasping when he was allowed to breathe again.

“Aw…. Master Daniel…I was just….examining your prize myself.” Malachi explained, smirking at Daniel pompously.

“And who gave you permission to do that, Malachi?” Daniel asked angrily.

“I am dreadfully sorry…Master Daniel…I assumed you would not mind.”

“Well, I do!”

“Understood…Sir.” Malachi sneered at him. Daniel glared at the platinum-blonde as he stalked away. Darren watched the exchange with unease. Daniel kept his eyes on Malachi until he was well out of sight. Then he turned back to Darren.

“Well, are you ready to go then, Slave?” He asked Darren patronizingly, as if Darren actually had a choice in the matter. He placed a thin leash onto the new collar as well, coaxing Darren into a standing position. Darren nearly fell forward, caught by Daniel, his legs feeling numb. Daniel sat him back down

“OH no you don’t, Come on slave, stand up” Daniel helped to straighten him, “Fuck, I hate it when they do this.” He grumbled, more to himself than to anybody around him, helping Darren to stand, “Can you walk?” He asked, sounding rather annoyed. Darren had to focus on the question in order to formulate a response. He opened his mouth but he couldn’t get words to work. Finally, he settled for nodding a ‘yes.’ Daniel smiled.

“Good, come on then,” He released his hold on Darren, and Darren nearly buckled. He would have fallen to the ground had Daniel not caught him again. “Fuck, you can’t walk. Ok then, come on.” Daniel hefted one of Darren’s arms over his shoulder and all but carried him towards an exit. Darren was fucked. He could never hope to escape if they continued to drug him this heavily. His only hope was to convince this guy, Daniel, of his vulnerability long enough to gain the upper-hand. Once he felt at full strength he would attack….he hoped. It wasn’t a good plan but, at the moment, it was the only one he had.

Daniel hefted him out of the club. Darren noticed the many longing looks of other guards and Masters as they went. He didn’t quite understand what his appeal was. Never the less, he was thankful (at least) to be getting out of that hell hole of misery. He couldn’t take the depressing cries of the other victims around him any longer.

A car was waiting for them outside. At least, Darren thought it was a car; it was very hard to focus. The Slave-owner Daniel ushered him into the car. Inside he was pressed between Daniel and the window…doing his best not to let the dizziness overcome him. Daniel gave orders to the driver of the vehicle but Darren did not understand what he said. The car began moving and then they sat in silence. The steady pace of the car was quickly lulling him to sleep and before he knew it, his world went black.

TBC....
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