Mortichai Bralster


Age: Twenty- five

Jay Modelary

Age: 18

Chai took a deep drag on his cigarette and felt the piercing hit of the smoke roll down his throat and stale deep in his lungs. It took a moment, but he released and out came a rolling cloud of smoke that floated up into the cold air of the city. He was trying to find the store he'd stumbled upon a few nights ago. Flicking the used fag into the gutter, Chai shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his dress pants and fiddled with the roll of money he carried. He was looking to buy, and the object? It was rare indeed.

Chai stopped short reaching an allyway. He was sure he'd found the right place now. It was dirty looking, this urban cave that was littered and old, but at the other end sat a golden door. It was all too alluring. The red head slipped into the allyway and approached the door. Imprinted in it was written, "Stolkhom's Pets." Smiling, Chai twisted the knob of the door and entered into a pluch, maroon coloured lobby where he was greeted by a tall, pal looking business man and a large, tanner man whom Chai took as his body gaurd. "Ah, Mr. Stolkholm. I've come back like I said. Please, I would like to see your inventory." The pale man gave a crooked smile and Chai saw how mangled and grizzly his teeth looked. It was too late to back out now, he was about to be a proud owner after all.

Jay looked around the small room. It had been three day, or at least that what he assumed, for he had been bound and gaged for this period of time. He longed to be home with his family, his mother had to be worried right? He struggled against the ropes that had him bound, it was to the point now that he his small girl like wrist were bleeding. He listened for any noise that came out from the wall that surrounded him. Jay was also hungry, he couldn't remember the last time they had feed him. In the few moments that he had been thinking about food, and big man stood in front of him. "Are you hungry boy?" the large man asked him. Jay nodded, and the man walked up and gently touched his cheek. "Your going to make a great prise for the highest bider." he said softly, as he removed the gag from the boys mouth. "If you say one word you know what will happen... this time it will be worse for you." he said as he placed a small amount of rice on the boys tongue. "eat up boy, your going to need that energy." he said as he fed him the rest of the food the boy, Jay downed the food as fast as he could. When the food was gone the man gaged him again, and threw him in the corner of the room.

Jay hit the wall with a loud thud, his body slipped to the flood, as he could feel his eyes well up with tears. He tried to lift himself up from the ground but lost what little balance he had and hit the ground. He desisted that it was just best to stay on the floor. He had no clue as to what was going, he didn't know that his own brother sold him into the slave market, all he knew was that his life was changing faster then he could deal with it.

Chai felt the sair shift around him as the small group made their way towards the back. He passed many rooms, some of them were explicit and some were holding pins for bought "pets." He would have to admit, the act he was commiting made him feel dirty and excited. He was beginning to sweat nervously, and his confidence was dwindling quickly. He had a horrible habit of backing out of things when they were almost done.

Mr. Stolkholm led the group past a red door, one labled "inventory" is silver letters. Chai thought all the decoration was a bit much and flashy, but I guess it kept the buyers going, or at least the regulars. The red head found himself in front of a row of doors. Each one had a man who seemed to leak testosterone in front of it. Chai picked the one he felt less threatened by only because he was a typical ginger and didn't want his anger level to rise past it's point. Despite his petite looks, he was quite the brawler and he knew exactly how men were when they felt smaller than another. It was a survival thing he supposed. A stupid survival thing.

Inside the door, as the large man and Mr. Stolkholm both unlocked with keys they had to put together and use as one, was a fragile boy. The door was shut behind them to give what Chai hoped was privacy. He peered at the creature lying hurt in a corner and felt sorry. The boy looked like he was on the edge of sanity and Chai's heart fell for him. He'd forgotten exactly why he wanted a slave, but maybe--just maybe--it was to make a poor, sold soul feel just a bit better... Or maybe he just awnted it for fun. The options were endless after all.

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Jay could hear the foot steps in the hall, his heat began to race, he knew that if it wasn't the large man, then it was going to be someone much worse. He had given up on fighting his way out, but if this person was going to be worse he had to do something to get out of this place. Everything in his life before this was given to him, he never had to lift a finger in his life. He tugged on the ropes that bound his hands, blood dripping from the wounds on his wrist, he was on going to make them worse. When he heard the door open he inched back into the corner and could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. He was scared of what was going to happen next. H pulled his knees to his chest and just laid there.

(sorry its not very long. I've been out of rping for a while.)

The red head could only stare at the battered and bruised body of what he took as a teenager still. He was quite a bit older, but young help was help indeed. Chai, at first, didn't know exactly what to do. He wasn't the type to be forceful or angry when making a first impression. Instead of yelling and kicking, he walked up to the boy, who laid in a fetal position like a tiny child, and touched him gingerly. Chai saw the bood and the wounds. He noticed the dark purple and green bruises on what bare skin was seen. Chai sighed and at back on his haunches, staring down at the boy.

"Come on... Get up," He said, firmly but gently. Chai grabbed the boy's wrist and lifted it. "I can't sit here and watch this... You're coming home with me."

[[It's perfectly okay. I now officially have a plot.]]

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Jays whole body tensed up at the gentle touch, for it had been weeks since some one touched him in that manner. He was still bound and gagged, but as the man grabbed his wristed he let out a small wimpper as he got up from the floor. The pain in from the wounds shot threw out his body. The large man removed the blind fold, so the boy could see what his new master looked like. A huge smile arose on his lips. "good luck with this one." He said under his breath as he walked back towards the door, and stood by his own master.

Jay looked up at the red headed man, he couldn't help but stair. He heard what the man said under his breath and wondered what he meant by that. Jay took a step back from the red headed man, and just watched, to see what would happen next.

Chai walked up to the tall, angular MR. Stolkholm and produced a large amount of money. The bills all had the same, high number on them. At first, the pale man looked displeased and aid, "You honestly think this will be enough? This is a prize! HE is so young. How can you put a price on youth?"

Chai frowned and thrust the money out towards MR. Stolkholm. Mortichai was a haggler and was very good at his job. "You'd've gotten more if he wasn't damaged merchandise or emotionally sc`arred by your gaurds. You'll take this money and I'll take the boy... You'll never have this much offered for him again." Mr. Stolholm thought for a moment, then motioned for his body gaurd to remove all the bondages and replace them with a collar that had a chain leash with it. The handle was given to Chai and then the man retruend to his master with a sour look.

Chai led his new pet out of the building and along the sidewalks. He was going to load this "prize" into his Benz and drive away happily. He honestly couldn't wait to get home. "What's your name and how old are you....?

Jay looked to the man that stood before him. His eyes adjusted to the light as he looked at the man who had bound him. 'I won't for get his face.' he said softly to himself. He then looked to the man he would now call master. When he heard his master talk he didn't know what to say or how to answer. "My name... its Jay." he said softly as he felt the car drive off. "I'm eighteen. Thank you for saving me." he said softly he looked out the window, and his thoughts went to his dear old mother. Little did Jay know that his mother and brother sold him into slavery.

"Save you? Oh, sweetheart. I didn't save you quite yet. I paid a little over one hundred and twenty-seven thousand dollars for you. No, you'll be saved when you pay me off..." Chai felt the guilt sink in then. The overwhelming fact that he'd just purchased a human being was both fithy and pleasurable. He felt naughty, which is more than he'd felt in a long, long time. He sighed and looked at the boy. Chai locked the doors and stopped the car dead in the street. He took the boy's hands in his and removed the bindings, but not the collar. "I'm sorry... Listen, I'll let you go sooner or later... You just have to pay me off. Like, do chores around my house or cook... Something productful!" Chai smiled like maybe it was a good thing. He felt sad still though.

Chai began to drive again, removing his hands from Jay's. He felt stupid for buying this boy, but he wasn't just going to release him! That would be stupid! What if he told somebody? What if Chai lost everything he owned because of this boy. Oh, his selfish thoughts! It felt like there was a moral war going on inside him, but he wouldn't let the turmoil show. Chai turned out of the city and began to drive on a stretch of highway. The road became just a bit more rough as they went. It never occurred to Chai whether this boy was being taken from worse to better and that maybe this would go well after all. The man was pessamistic indeed. The red head turned to Jay and offered a small, priceless grin. "I know my home isn't your home yet... But I hope it can be. I'd like it to be... Maybe you'll grow to love it with time."

"oh." was the only thing from Jays mouth. Though nothing could be as bad as the house he just came from. When his new master took his hand he could feel his cheeks turn a bright red, He looked down at his hand to see how bad his wrist really where, he quickly looked away from them, as the pain came back to him. Jay didn't make a sound though as his master removed the bandages. Jay knew that he didn't know really how to do anything, never in his life did him mother make he do a thing. He looked back up at his master, and as he was about to say any thing, his master began to talk. Jay closed his mouth, and watched how his master formed each word. He cheeks turned bright red again as he watched.

Jay let his hand gently fall to his lap as he looked back out the window. It had been a while since he had seen, well anything. He took all the surroundings in. He didn't notice that his master had began to talk again, he began to run a finger along the cuts on his left wrist, they were worse then the ones on his right wrist. He looked down at them as he caught the last bit of what Chai was saying. Jay looked forward to seeing the new home he would be staying in. He missed having a bed to sleep in. 'grow to love it in time. Its a thought.' he said to himself. He gave the man a soft smile, as he again looked down at his wrist.

Chai smiled a bit to himself now. Although he didn't fully explain what he was hoping to accomplish. He did fully intend on setting JAy free within good time. After all, he was only paying Chai back. The car slid onto another road, one that went into a semi-field/forest. Chai settled back. He's known this world for yars upon years. He could almost drive it blind folded. Soon the trees filed upon the road and the grounds became vast and green. His house loomed in the distance. From far away it looked a bit small, but as they grew closer, it became much bigger. It was southern looking, with a victorian twist. It was an off color, almost cream, with a large front and back yard, though the backyard couldn't be seen.

The car passed between a pair of brick pillars-one had a plaque that said Bralster on it-and the road looped around a stone statue of an angel with a small garden around it. The main door way arched and welcomed them with spanish ivy covered pillars. Chai stopped the car near the front door and opened his door. Jay's door was still locked. As cahi climbed out, a well dressed older man walked towards him and bowed. "Master Bralster, may I take your car to the garage? I've made the preparations for the new member of your family." Chai nodded as the man took his keys from him and went to sit in t[B]he car. There was a driveway leading off to the side that went farther back on the grounds, past the gardens. Chai himself went to unlock Jay's door and opened it. He grabbed the leash loosely, just in case and smiled. "Welcome to Home."

Jay watched as they pulled up to the big house his eyes wide as they pulled up. He was at a loss for words when the car came to a stop. This was so much more then his mothers house, it was more then anything he had seen. He looked to his new master as the nicely dress man talked. He followed closely behind his master, not only did he have the leash, but Jay was a bit shy. 'home I could get use to this.' he thought to himself. He looked around the big house in awe of its beauty. "This is my room?" he asked softly. The room was amazing, it was better then anything he had seen in his life.