The man finished up the photo session and left me alone again, this time locking the door behind himself. I sat back down on the bench and waited, for what I wasn’t sure.

Time passed slowly in the small cell with nothing to do but sit with my mangled thoughts and shiver in the cold. I debated on asking for a blanket the next time that someone came into the room. Even the metal of my snakebites were cold as I passed my tongue over them in curiosity. My hip piercings were cold as well.

After what felt like an entire day, the door finally opened. To my surprise though, no one stepped inside. Instead, something was slid on the floor into the room and then the door was shut and locked again behind it.

I looked at the object in curiosity for a second before standing up to step towards it. It was a small pink brick in the middle of a white plastic plate. I bent over to pick it up and take it back to my bench. It was surprising light weight.

“What is this?” I asked at the door, but there was no response.

I felt a bit naive and stupid staring at it for several more seconds before I decided to gingerly poke it with my fingertip. It was porous yet solid feeling, though a few small granules grumbled off of the side onto the plate.

“Am I supposed to eat this?” I looked back at the door as if I expected an answer. No reply.

I pressed my finger onto the granules that had fallen off and then touched them to my tongue. It was bland and chalky tasting. Gross. I made a face of disgust. If they thought I was going to eat this, they had another thing coming. My stomach growled at me in disapproval.

“Tough shit.” I whispered to it. “We didn’t come here to eat anyways.”

I was beginning to wish I would have asked when the auction was taking place. There was no telling how long it would be until anyone entered the room again. I sighed at the pink brick on the plate before setting it back down in front of the door and walking over to the sink to get a drink of water.

I guess I don’t get a glass to drink out of, I thought as I turned the faucet on and then cupped my hands to let the cool water pour into them. It appeared that I had lost all of my rights to be treated like a human being. Now I was just some piece of livestock to them.

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Obedient. It wasn’t a word that was used in normal everyday conversation. What did he mean by it? I was afraid to know.

“It depends on what you mean by obedient.” My expression was cold and serious.

He sighed deeply and it seemed to resonate throughout his body, starting with the dipping of his shoulder blades and followed by a brief limpness that rolled down the rest of him.

“You’re at OWBA.” He said with a hint of dread in his voice. I looked at him strangely so he continued. “The Organization for Wild Blood Auctions.” He paused yet again, sensing my lingering confusion. “You’re going to be offered at auction to high profile vampires.”

OWBA, I thought to myself. The name wasn’t familiar. I shouldn’t be surprised with as little as I knew about vampire culture.

“Auctioned? . . . Like for dinner?” I stumbled over the question, feeling apprehensive yet silly at the same time for asking it.

“It’s a death sentence. Don’t worry.” He assured me, speaking more calmly this time as if he somehow knew that would comfort me.

“Oh.” I replied, taking a step towards the wall.

He gave me direction as to how to stand while he snapped several photos of my nude body, face forward and profile. It was a much more detailed process than I had expected. He started with full body photos and then went on to photograph various parts of my body individually.

The photo session felt like it took forever, and though I knew that I shouldn’t be uncomfortable, I couldn’t help it with all of the strange photos that were taken. He took pictures of my face, my neck, my chest, my stomach, my wrists, my back, my butt, and my genitals.

It was the first time I had ever taken nudes. I had thought about taking them several times before, but figured that there was no good reason. I’d never have the balls to show them to any girls. I was too ashamed of my . . . smallness, for lack of a better word. I was a small guy, and consequently not much was out of proportion. In fact, I felt like I was under endowed for my physique.

It was something that had been the cause of a large amount of depression in my life. I worried frequently about if girls would reject me because of it. You always hear about girls wanting guys with big dicks. I didn’t have much to offer in that department.

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That action alone answered one of the questions that had been going through my mind. This man was definitely a vampire. But why hadn’t he just bitten me? I couldn’t understand. What was with all of this careful procedure?

He untied the tourniquet from my arm, then gently pulled off the adhesive tape, and extracted the needle. Surprisingly, I didn’t bleed much.

I watched uncomfortably as he pulled the tube off of the end of the needle, turned the small valve, and sucked the rest of my blood out of it.

“Very nice.” He said, and then got up to leave.

“Wait!” I stood up quickly to follow.

“I’ll be right back.” He said, his expression again turning serious as he waved a hand towards me indicating that I should sit back down and wait for him.

I sighed but decided to obey. What else could I do? I highly doubted I’d be able to push past him and make it out the door. Even if I did make it out the door, I had no idea where I was and my successful escape from the building was highly unlikely.

He left the door cracked as if he felt no threat of my escape by doing so. It was almost a mocking gesture, I thought. Or perhaps he wanted me to try to get out. I couldn’t tell. Either way, I decided to stay put.

I listened towards the opened door. I could hear the rustling of furniture, and then a scratching sound, like pencil being heavily pressed and scribbled across a piece of paper. Curiosity tempted me and I had to fight the urge to get up and peer around the corner.

Just before my resolve was about to leave me, I heard footsteps coming towards the door. The man reentered holding a small black digital camera. He glanced at me briefly and then back down at the camera as he pressed a button on top of it to turn it on.

“Stand up,” he said “and stand against that wall.” He gestured, with the camera in hand, towards the plain white wall on the opposite side of where I was sitting.

“Tell me where I am first.” I demanded, growing frustrated from not knowing.

His eyes widened a bit as if he hadn’t expected me to be even the slightest bit defiant. Then he paused as if debating on whether or not to tell me.

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It wasn’t much longer before I heard a clicking sound. My attention was drawn to the door as it was quickly opened and a man wearing a white lab coat inched his way inside. To my surprise, he didn’t bother closing the door behind himself.

“How do you feel?” He asked.

This was not the same man that had brought me here. This man was much younger looking, in his mid twenties, and much cleaner looking.

“Not the best.” I admitted, looking at him apprehensively as he approached.

I wasn’t sure if his question had been sincere or not. His face expressed no emotion and before he had even heard my answer he had began rummaging through his lab coat pocket.

“Are you a doctor?” I asked stupidly.

“Something like that.” He replied as he pulled a long needle out of his pocket and some adhesive tape.

“What happened to me?” I hesitated to ask.

He sat down on the bench beside me.

“I need to test your blood.” He said, completely ignoring my question.

“What for?” I asked, nervously watching him as he pulled the cap off of the needle and sat it down on the bench beside himself to rummage through his pocket again. This time he extracted a tourniquet and then promptly reached for my arm. The thought to recoil was there, but I didn’t do it. I sat confused and obedient as he tied it above my elbow.

“Pump your fist a few times.” He said, and I followed his directions. He spoke again as he pulled my arm towards him and picked the needle back up to press it into my vein. “I’m checking the quality of your blood, your blood type, if you have any illnesses, and the level of its purity.”

The needle went in painlessly and hit the mark on the first go round. The man quickly secured it in place with the adhesive tape and then rummaged in his pocket yet again for a small tube which he connected to the end of the needle sticking out of my arm. My blood flowed through the tube and was met with a shut off valve at the end of it.

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I sat alone in the dark with my thoughts for a very long time. The discomfort of the coldness around me, my nakedness, and all of the hard surfaces that touched my body were collectively putting me in a grumpy and frustrated mood. I was impatient and restless, but there wasn’t anything to be done about it. All I could do was wait, so wait was what I did. And wait. And wait. And wait. Until finally I decided to lay back down and try to sleep again. Perhaps then this confounded drug hangover would go away.

Of course, fear kept me awake. Not so much fear of death, but more so fear of the unknown. When would he come for me? Would he come for me at all? And if he did come for me, what did he have in store for me next?

My greatest fear was that my death would be postponed even further. That there was some other grand master plan for me. That I was meant to be raped, or tortured, or both. I sighed in depressed pointless desperation as 100 different horrible scenarios played out inside my weary brain.

Finally, exhaustion grasped me and I felt my eyelids growing heavy. Instead of allowing them to take me back to the peacefulness of sleep, I fought their closing with every imagined sound that I made up inside my head, every harsh nightmare that started to form in my brain when they got too close to touching each other. Even after they closed, my brain raged on in a half dream, half awake state.

I was somewhere between dream and reality when a bright light shook me straight into a sitting position. Someone had flipped on a switch and the room which I was in was now completely illuminated.

It was some kind of small cell. Something that looked like a solitary confinement room that you saw in prison movies. There was the long metal bench that I was sitting on, a sink and a toilet in one corner of the room, and that was it. Nothing else but a windowless door. In fact, there were no windows in the room at all.

I stood up and walked over to the toilet. It was surprisingly clean. So clean, in fact, that if I didn’t know any better I would have thought that it had never been used before.

I grasped my cock to take aim at the toilet. This wouldn’t have been a strange occurrence except for the fact that it brought on notice that my genitals had been shaved. Another brief panicked moment sped through my brain, quickly going over all of the negative conclusions that I had made before. I couldn’t come up with a single reason that this had been done unless my purpose was something sexual in nature.

I chewed my bottom lip nervously as I finished my business, thinking all the while. When I was done I flushed the toilet and walked to the door. Cautiously, I turned the handle. It was locked from the outside. No surprise there.

Briefly, I thought about calling out, but what was the point? I figured that it was only a matter of time before someone opened the door to come get me for whatever reason they had spared my life for thus far. I shuddered at the unpleasant thoughts. This was definitely not the quick death that I had wanted.

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