How had he gotten here? Hell, where was he? Scourge was delirious, still coming off of whatever had been in that drink he’d had back at the bar. Had he passed out at the bar?
Speaking of, why was he so uncomfortable? Blinking his eyes didn’t help with the blur that currently occupied his vision, he could barely move his lids. And upon attempting to move, he realized he was bound, and the dark blur, was in fact, a blindfold. His breath hitched sharply, mouth dry and tongue thick in his mouth. A gag too, huh? A strip of cloth, if the dryness was anything to go by. His muscles all rippled as he shifted, testing his bonds.
A sudden, sharp, bright light temporarily blinded him, Scourge blinking rapidly against the onslaught of the stage lights in his face, a booming voice over a loud speaker shaking him from his daze. The blindfold had been removed.
“A fine specimen of hedgehog. It’s been determined that the vibrant green quills, are in fact, completely natural. Not dyed! Now, this one has quite the set of fangs, so buyers should be forewarned.”
His muzzle crinkled in a snarl, the gag removed, only for the hedgehog to snap his fangs at the nearest fingers and tear away a chunk of flesh. There was a cry, and then a sharp pain as a slap nearly sent him sprawling across the stage, save for the hands catching his shoulders to keep him upright.
Whatever they had given him, kept his muscles weak, Scourge unable to properly put up a fight against these fuckers. But it wasn’t for lack of trying.
“And a mean streak it seems! This one’s a firecracker! Only for those not faint of heart~!” Called the auctioneer. Blood dripped from the hedgehog’s chin as he spat the wad of flesh off to the side, landing on the stage with a sickening splat, his vision clearing. But the faces of those around him were all unrecognizable. And that’s when he noticed the varying masks. A slave trade market? He drew in a harsh breath as reality sank in, ears pinning back and a feral snarl tearing from his throat.
“I will fucking kill every single-..pwafgh!!?”
At once, the gag was replaced, effectively silencing his beginning tirade. And then the opening bid began. Dread settled in Scourge’s stomach like a lead weight, nausea mounting in his gut as those out in the dim audience began to lift their cards and hands with their bids.
Scarjak looked around the place and sighed. A room full of boring rich suits all mingling in multiple groups, surrounding him in similar conversation. The echidna himself was actually dressed in a slim cut fashionable suit, but he would never blend in with this crowd’s ideas or want to in the first place. These people were cowardice scum who lived double lives, trying to maintain an angelic image for friends and family or social benefit. They were constantly lying about who they were until the few hours they get to spend with their black market buddies who are exactly like them... Well at least that’s how the disguised echidna saw it anyway.Â
“If you’re going to be evil, wear it on your fucking sleeve, retched pansy ass piles of garbage” His eye twitched in disgruntlement as he said it through clenched teeth and several men looked at him before they backed slightly further away.  Of course it didn’t surprise Scarjak how they reacted to mild confrontation. Frightened wannabe scum bags were always only worth what they weigh.
Maybe this was a stupid idea he began to think back on his reasoning for coming to such a place. He gathered he was here because he was looking for a new pet. Sure it was an easy task to find one himself, but finding one that actually had quality to it was a lot more of an ordeal. Thus he decided to check out an actual high class black market which he heard only auctions off prime quality products.Â
On top of that he also had a curiosity to settle, as he wanted to see what went on in these types of places. He was glad he didn’t have high hopes for the other guests, since there was nothing interesting about any one of them.  In fact, he was getting quite bored as he stood there with a plastic little sign in his hand. Truth be told, he was getting upset at the reality of needing to stay grounded at the moment. There was nothing he wanted to do more than float, it was an actual struggle.
Thankfully his attention had been ripped away from the quandaries of wanting to float around, to the scene that was taking place up on stage. A green hedgehog filled with snarling anger was rushed out into view of the crowd, clearly having severely bit a handler mere seconds ago. “Ohhh, now he looks like fun” The echidna now had his eyes set on the prize and he was glad he came.
The auctioneer had started with the opening bid and Scarjak let a few numbers roll up the price, before he stood up on a chair and interjected the back and forth. “Excuse me, yes! Mr. Auction man, you can just sign this sexy green piece of meat over to me right now because these pathetic bidders don’t stand a chance. You see, that boy belonged to me the very second I laid my eyes on him.” Of course he realized the auctioneer and the rest of the crowd would be puzzled and annoyed with him. But he was going to enjoy his time messing with them until he would eventually take what he wanted by force and leave this place in blood soaked shambles.
“Wrap him up with a nice big bow for me too, why don’t you?”