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Your muse buys mine at a underground black market and is at your muse’s mercy or bidding

Christophe:

All those years of working solo up until his early teens had taken it’s toll on Christophe. And it all started the day he got captured by the very people he was assigned to get rid of. Spending years with those people as they slowly worked and changed his way of thinking in their own unique style. Today was the day he was going to the black market. Advertised for his skills in fighting, having complete obedience towards his superiors or even whatever the buyer wished him to do.

The auction didn’t last long as he was quickly bought by someone. The area he would be passed off to would be the back of a building. His arms cuffed in front of him as he waited with a man for the buyer to arrive. His eyes focused on the ground as he thought to himself. Wondering who could have wasted their money.

[ ☽ ] It had been a long time and things are always more complicated. During the days of work while he was manipulated by the corporation, he hear rumours of a forthcoming sale of valuable objects on the black market. Something typical, because the sale of illegal things moved from one place to another without a particular place. The British had interest of which things could be bought by easy, although it was absurd to go with the face uncovered. When it fell down the night one the multitude of people of different social classes was approaching to enter to a distant building to go to a basement. The smoke of the cigaret, the laughs, the weapons, the artificial yellow light was part of dirty place.

Continued from: X

“Sure thing dude.” Kenny quipped, not bothering trying to argue with the strange man. The rope was easily found, and Kenny grabbed it and began making a loop near the bottom, something he had been taught back when he used to join Stan and his Uncle Jimbo on their hunting trips. 

A small smirk appeared on Gregory´s lips as he paced back and forth through the room. He couldn´t believe he had actually succeeded. How easy it had been to snap him once he found him alone on the streets.

The sudden action of a kiss behind the head did surprise the brunet mercenary, as he quickly turned to come face to face with none other than Gregory himself. A light red color on his cheeks. “Hello zere. I wasn’t expecting you at all.” He offered a friendly smile, removing the cigarette from his mouth as to not bother him with the smoke. “Where ‘ave you been hiding?”

The ginger looked around, carefully scanning the room he was finding himself in. Raising a brow at the stranger in front of him. 

“if you stop being so fucking stubborn maybe I will!” 

“Because it´s not like I´m trying to make this comfortable for you....”