|Your a beautiful kind of madness|

The warehouse was old and battered, encasing King Kyran when he walked in. The air gave off a distinct smell of rotting flesh and a foul mood. He would definitely make sure this visit ends quickly. Wearing a Dormeuil, dark gray fitted suit, he removed his protective sunglasses and scanned the building.

His three bodyguards, though not needed, followed him through the entrance. Inside was dark, only a few light bulbs were on, dangling from above. Rows of fifteen-foot tall cages were faced vertically when you walk into the open expanse. It made it easier to find what is requested and in this case, Kyran is looking for a slave.

What kind of slave was he looking for? He didn't know exactly, he just needed it to be the perfect one.

A round, burly, and very harry man walked up to the King. "My Lord, what a pleasure," He bowed, respectfully. "I inquire you are here in need of a slave?"

"Yes, Headmaster," Kyran answers, not meeting his gaze but instead staring at the cages.

"If you will follow me, my Lord, I will get you started." The Headmaster turned and walked into his office, grabbing his master key.

"Is there anything specific you are looking for my King?" He turned to him.

"I don't quite know yet. Please show me your youngest first." He said.

They walked to the right, starting at the very beginning. Kyran was already hoping it wouldn't take a whole century to find his slave because there were a lot of cages.

Kyran followed the Headmaster, they passed at least twenty cages until they came to a stop.

"This one Sire is ten years old. Her name is Rebecca. We had caught her just last week, and she's been giving us a hard time since." Kyran eyed the cage, seeing the young girl rocking back and forth on the concrete floor, mumbling incoherently. "If you are looking for a challenge perhaps, or one to discipline hard, she will do nicely." He said.

Kyran stood there, just staring at the child. He would enjoy putting efforts into such a disobedient slave. But something felt off about how young this child is.

"Show me another, please," Kyran ordered. The headmaster nodded his head and began walking further.

It was almost an hour later that Kyran was growing very annoyed. The Headmaster has failed to show him any perfect slaves. There were so many young ones, but to Kyran they were way too young for him. He wanted a stable and strong slave. Durable.

They visited about sixty cages already and they weren't even halfway through the maze. Every single slave in this warehouse was female, and all were covered in some sort of bruise. Kyran was displeased, how was he supposed to choose one when they are all hideous looking? Cuts, bruises, and blood littered every single one of their bodies. He should have expected this, but have never owned a slave, he didn't know what he would find.

"King?" His thoughts were brought out of the daze he was in, to the Headmaster whose voice became agitated for some reason. Kyran's anger spiked.

"I would not have suggested showing you this slave, but since you are having a hard time searching, we might as well not skip any." His tone was clipped, showing his irritation to the slave behind the bars. Kyran slowly walked up to the Headmaster, to look him in the eye.

"And why would you want to skip this particular slave? Or act out of obedience to disobey my orders Headmaster?" Kyran seethed.

"She's my personal favorite, Sire. I don't show her to many buyers." He says quickly, fear radiating from him. That made Kyran's interest piqued.

Chains clanked against the concrete floor, Kyran swiveled his head away from the Headmaster before he could say more to the fool.

It was hard to get a good look into the cage because there was no light shining from above, he realized this was the back corner of the warehouse where no one could notice it.

"Tell me, why do you chain this slave and not the others?" Kyran asks when he notices two feet shackled to the floor. But that was the only thing he notices and it spurs something inside that is unknown to him.

"This slave has been here for many years, she does behave well, but can be very feisty when approached wrong." The Headmaster says, which Kyran feels more intrigued in when learning this information.

"Why do you keep her in the dark? Is that for your own personal need to keep this slave hidden?" Kyran asks rudely.

The Headmaster grins like a Cheshire cat, "My Lord if only you knew how personal we get, you wouldn't want to see why."

"Her age and name, you fool." King Kyran demands.

"This slave is nineteen. Azalea! Come forth." The Headmaster shouts.

The chains begin to move, but the slave does not come forward. "Bitch." The Headmaster mumbles before pulling out his keys and unlocking the doors. He grabs where the chain begins and yanks hard so that she is pulled forward to him.

She smacks against the cold floor loudly. Seeing as she is too weak to move, Azalea stays low to the ground not meeting the Headmasters stare.

"Darling, we have a visitor. Be respectful and show him how obedient you are eh?" He yanks her up by the back of her neck and drags her to the opening of the cage, where she could be seen better.

"This my King is Azalea, she has been with us since the age of eleven. She's had many years with us to make sure she is proper and well." He spits out.

Kyran looks to the slave, she is boney and has sustained more bruises to her face and neck than any other slaves he's seen today. Her wrists and ankles are all shackled in heavy chains, and blood coats all of them. She looks halfway to the grave, but when Kyran looks into her brown eyes he sees strength.

She holds his stare, trying to contain her wheezing breaths. Headmaster has her neck in a tight grab so she is unable to move.

Kyran studies her face, aside from the purple bruises, her skin looks olive toned and soft. She's very tiny, barely passing five foot.

She's isolated and was made into the Headmasters personal pet. He looks into her eyes once more, making his decision.

"How much?" He demands