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Mikey lay motionless inside the transparent box, the effects of the drug slowly wearing off. Exhausted from his time spent on the cold floor, he shifted into a sitting position, leaning against the opposite wall. He was determined to shield his face from the prying eyes of the alien captors. Though his gaze appeared distant and hollow, fear still gripped him whenever one of the aliens ventured close.

Then, a sudden tapping sound broke the eerie silence, causing Mikey to flinch and snap his attention to its source. Next to him in a neighboring transparent enclosure stood an alien with striking human-ish features. The creature possessed pink skin, green lips, and distinctive hot pink horns atop its head. Its square-shaped eyes gleamed a vibrant shade of red. In an attempt to gain Mikey's full attention, the alien tapped once more.

Confusion etched across Mikey's face as he furrowed his brows. Reluctantly, he reciprocated the tapping, mirroring the alien's actions. The alien whose gender was a mystery beamed at Mikey, radiating an unexpected warmth. It emitted a series of incomprehensible sounds, which Mikey simply didn't bother trying to understand.

Just as the alien was about to speak again, their transparent enclosure unexpectedly opened, catching both Mikey and the alien off guard. Mikey's eyes which had lost their spark regained a glimmer of life. He felt a surge of protectiveness towards this particular alien, sensing an inherent gentleness within them.

The alien met Mikey's wide frightened eyes and smiled nodding in his direction before obediently heading into the arms of another alien. They had been selected.

In a daze, Mikey observed the scene unfolding before him. He watched as the alien was escorted away gradually disappearing from view. A sudden rush of regret,  guilt, and fear coursed through him. The reality of his situation hit him with full force—he had been abducted by aliens and was being sold like a pet now after their restless torture. Maybe it was to make him complacent but it only made him angry. However, amidst the turmoil of his thoughts, a single notion pierced through: "Maybe it's better to be sold like a pet than to remain here and endure further pain."

Mikey shook his head gently, attempting to clear his mind of the dark thoughts that plagued him. He knew all too well that things could be much worse than leaving this hellish existence he had grown accustomed to. Countless possibilities swirled through his mind. Each one more horrifying than the last. He could be treated like a mere dog,  or reduced to a life of slavery. Alternatively, he could become a sex slave to some depraved alien who harbored sinister desires for human boys. The mere contemplation of such possibilities sent shivers down Mikey's spine. Paradoxically, he found himself considering the prospect of being experimented on as a lesser evil. Despite the agony it would undoubtedly entail, at least he would awaken each time without a trace of physical harm.

Curling up into a protective ball, Mikey hugged his knees tightly, wrapping his arms around his head. Closing his eyes tightly, he sought solace in shutting out the world around him desperately attempting to block out the overwhelming reality he found himself in.

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Riker, Nori, and Oaka had spent hours scouring through the enclosures, exploring the various options available to them. They had covered all the high-end pet areas and exhausted their search, reaching a point of frustration and weariness.

Despite their fatigue, Riker remained resolute in his determination to find something specific. Nori began to question Riker's sanity, wondering how he could possibly think they hadn't seen everything already. Riker's persistent insistence of "just a little longer" and occasional murmurs of "where is it" started to test Nori's patience. He couldn't help but feel exhausted and ready to give up.

Oaka, too, grew tired but also grew worried for Riker. He couldn't comprehend what was driving Riker's relentless pursuit and believed it would be best to abandon their search. The Oth worker, sensing their frustration and hoping to accelerate their departure, suggested, "Would you like to explore the VIP area? It's typically reserved for those with memberships, but I can make an exception for you." The Oth's voice carried a hint of annoyance as they thought that perhaps if the customers explored the entire black market, they would finally be satisfied and leave.

Nori and Oaka exchanged curious glances upon hearing the offer, intrigued by the possibility. Riker, however, responded with a glint of determination in his eyes that left his companions puzzled. They couldn't decipher the meaning behind his response, as Riker was known to avoid involvement in corruption. Yet, he seemed resolute in his decision to venture into the VIP area. Oaka bit his lip, torn between his weariness and concern for Riker, while Nori's curiosity got the better of him. Reluctantly, they both decided to follow Riker's lead.

Passing through the VIP area proved to be a time-consuming endeavor, with multiple signatures, ID checks, and face scans required at each checkpoint. Another hour passed before they finally made it through.

What they witnessed there left them in a state of shock.

The sight of numerous war prisoners being sold was enough to jolt them out of their weariness. They had barely scratched the surface, only glimpsing the horrors of the first row, which represented the lowest prices. Nori felt a surge of fear creeping up, knowing that venturing further into the VIP area would expose them to even greater corruption, potentially subjecting them to sights they would rather not see.

Oaka's eyes burned with a mix of anger and disgust as he observed the repulsive aliens leering at the captives confined within clear cages. He clenched his fists, unable to contain his agitation, and turned to Riker, his voice laced with urgency. "Riker, let's leave. This place is vile." Oaka's eyes conveyed his seriousness, silently pleading for Riker to see reason.

Riker understood their concerns. He berated himself for bringing his mates into this treacherous place, knowing all too well that he should have resisted his impulses. He paused for a moment, grappling with his thoughts, before finally meeting their gazes with a mixture of remorse and determination.

"You're right, Oaka. I shouldn't have brought you both here," Riker began his voice weighed down. "But there's something I can't ignore. Trust me, I'll make this right. Let's skip to the last row of the VIP section."

Riker's eyes darkened, his tone unwavering as he spoke. It was clear that he had made up his mind and was determined to follow through, regardless of the risks or the protests of his mates.

The Oth's face grew pale and filled with fear as he struggled to find an answer. "I-I'm sorry, dear customers! But I can only allow you to view the first few rows. The rest require a reservation and S-tier memberships," he stammered, bowing deeply, feeling as though an ominous hand gripped his neck.

"I am the Prince of Oblivion. Surely you can make an exception," Riker retorted with a smug smirk much like a spoiled prince. He hadn't wanted to act this way but by showing confidence he intimidated the Oth. He then strides past the trembling Oth. Oaka and Nori followed suit, their confusion evident in their hurried steps. Oaka couldn't contain his unease any longer and urgently questioned Riker, trying to match his long strides.

"Riker, what are you doing?" Oaka asked, his words rushed. Nori, no longer in a playful mood, took a deep breath, deciding not to question Riker any further.

"I feel it, Oaka. They're definitely in the last row," Riker muttered, his voice barely audible, but Oaka and Nori heard it loud and clear. Nori's mind raced with a solitary thought as he suppressed any further doubts.

"I'm sorry sir, but you aren't permitted to enter this area without a reservation," the staff member informed Riker sternly, blocking their path.

As they had finally reached the entrance they were met with a chaotic scene, swarming with Oth aliens. Riker, known for his impatience, forcefully pushed his way through the crowd, causing people and Oth to stumble and shuffle away feeling a suffocating presence. Oaka and Nori flinched at the display of Riker's brutal determination, contemplating the idea of a peaceful vacation on their own time after this.

With an unyielding strength, Riker tore off the door obstructing their path, revealing the last row made of luxurious materials. Its expensive façade crumbled under Riker's relentless grip.

At that moment, Oaka and Nori felt an inexplicable urge, an instinct urging them to enter the area as swiftly as possible.

Meanwhile, Mikey struggled to stay awake the effects of the drug still lingering and draining his energy. Just as his consciousness was slipping away he was startled by the piercing cries of aliens and the sound of metal being twisted apart.

His heart raced, instantly jolting him awake. Fear paralyzed him, preventing him from looking in the direction of the commotion. Mikey tightly clasped his hands over his head, trying to shield himself from the chaos. After a while of apparent silence curiosity got the better of him overpowering his fear. The once deafening noise had dissipated, leaving a haunting silence in its wake. It seemed as though everyone in the vicinity had frozen in place.

With great trepidation, Mikey cautiously lifted his head glancing around. His gaze was immediately drawn to a pair of striking navy eyes with no whites, encircled by a small ring of black as if it were their pupil. Staring straight at him. Something inside Mikey stirred an inexplicable connection that captivated his attention, rendering him unable to look away. He had frozen.

At that same moment, Mikey's eyes drifted to another gaze. They were completely black, devoid of whites or iris. Once again, a mysterious click resounded within Mikey's being, as if some unexplainable bond was forming. Then, a sudden movement diverted his attention, leading his gaze to another pair of eyes, human in design but foreign in color, a golden iris.

A sense of fulfillment washed over Mikey, providing a strange acuity of safety, despite its peculiarity. This newfound sensation made him tense, as he scuffled with the fact that he was staring into the eyes of extraterrestrial beings. Feeling a surge of distress, he quickly averted his gaze, burying his face in his arms. A blush tinged his cheeks, embarrassed by the odd mixture of emotions swirling within him. What was happening? He thought.

Mikey's mind raced, consumed by apprehension when he heard the door swoosh open. His heart sank, fearing that he would now be treated as a slave or a pet. Biting his lip, a rush of adrenaline coursed through his veins, pushing him to make yet another impulsive decision.

Without a second thought, he bolted out of the room. It was a reckless act, driven purely by impulse and the lack of time to contemplate his actions. Mikey sprinted towards the demolished doorway, disregarding its state of destruction. However, in his haste, he stumbled and tripped, and his taste of freedom abruptly halted.

Mikey looked down to identify what had caused him to trip, he discovered it was the foot of a slimy alien. His nerves stood on end beginning to panic. But before he could attempt to stand up, he was swiftly lifted off the ground. Strong hands secured him under his armpits, pressing his back against their chest. However, there was something peculiar about the touch. The alien's hands felt surprisingly warm and soothing, almost akin to the effects of a tranquilizing drug. Unconsciously, Mikey found himself relaxing in their grasp.

"~∆£¢¥π," the alien uttered in its incomprehensible language, jolting Mikey back to his senses. Whatever the alien said held no meaning for him, and he struggled vehemently in its arms. He tried spitting at the alien and cursed at them, desperately attempting to resist their hold. However, each time Mikey caught sight of the alien's face, a vision of a demonic creature clouded his thoughts. The being possessed grey skin, sharp fang-like teeth, and black shiny goat-like horns protruding from the sides of its head. Not to mention their height which had to be over six feet the way my five seven body dangled. Despite his efforts, Mikey gradually ceased his struggle, eventually resorting to one last desperate act—to bite the alien's arm.

To his surprise, the flesh proved unyieldingly hard as a rock.

Confusion filled Mikey's gaze as he attempted to bite and chew the alien's skin, yet his efforts proved futile. No matter what he did, he couldn't break through. The alien holding him began to walk away, accompanied by two others who observed Mikey with sparkling curious gazes. The one cradling Mikey petted his hair as though he were an animal, while Mikey continued his futile attempts to chew off the alien's arm.

As time passed, exhaustion started to seep into Mikey's body. The drugs that had previously coursed through his system were finally flushed out, leaving only the lingering effects of drowsiness. Mikey tried to make sense of his surroundings, but everything appeared bewildering and unfamiliar. The gentle stroking of his hair combined with the fatigue further contributed to his drowsiness. Eventually, he succumbed to exhaustion slipping into a deep, unconscious sleep.

A/N-

My fingers are breaking at this point.