Blitzø had tired himself out from struggling for so long. It seemed the walk to whatever preparations these freaks had for him and every other imp took forever. Once they reached the end of the hall the cloaked figures drug him into a room with a bath and a spare set of clothes. He begrudgingly went with whatever they wanted. At least for now anyway. They only wanted him to clean up. 'Okay normal so far' blitzø thought. 'Well as normal as this shit can get' was his second.

While he bathed blitzø thought of his family. His father who sold him off, his mom who probably won't ever know what happened, his sister who's probably happier without him and Fizz... the boy he's had a crush on since he was 12 what would Fizz think? What would his dad tell him? he abandoned them? he ran away unsatisfied with his place in their home? All of it sounded... reasonable. That's what hurt him most. He hugs his knees, the soft sloshing of the water echoing in the room as he tears up. Everything his dad would have to say would make sense. 

He almost chokes out a sob but stops himself. No. He wouldn't break. Not yet. He'd find them again. Get back to them. Tell them all what happened and he'd be okay. He'd see his mama again. He'd be able to hug her and tell her he needs her and she'd hold him and tell him that everything was okay because she was there. But she wasn't. So he had to fix that wouldn't he?

soon after he finished his bath and changed into the thankfully clean clothes. he made extra sure to keep his pin. he'd rather die than give that up... he won't die, will he? those were his thoughts as he was brought into a room lined with cages filled with hundreds of imps. the sound of a gavel bangs in the distance. oh sweet fucking satan. he was being sold at auction to a bunch of rich entitled fucks!