He pushed me to the door. I was happy that he did not spend his time with me in the room. Then, he suddenly stopped and turned to me.
'No, please not again.' I said by myself.
"One last thing, kiddo. I have to wear this around your neck."
A collar appeared in his hand. I took a deep breath of relief. At least I didn't have to satisfy him. I stretched my neck before he could say anything to me. He was surprised and chuckled. Then he put the collar and locked it on with ease.
'Really you are full of surprises. Who would have believed that an orphan like you would turn into an obedient, submissive bastard after fighting so hard for his freedom?'
'Now let's get this thing done. I will be very sad to leave you.' He said and winked.
Then, he grabbed my collar and he dragged me after him to the photo shooting area. I tried to keep pace with him, with no word, no comment.
My mind tripped back to the dungeon days when I was always hungry, beaten, and cold. In the last 6 days, my whole life had totally changed. Okay, I was still his punching bag, but I was also a sex toy for Jake. This was hurting my soul. As a result of the sale, I would have a future. I gave up I do not have any power to influence my future right now.
Suddenly Jake stopped. I was almost hitting him. When I came back to earth with that jolt, I have realized that we are in a great hall. There were 4 lads in the same clothes and collars as me. In addition, I have seen 5 more girls dressed in see-through, long shirts showing their bodies and with collars around their necks. Total of 10 people with me. I also figured out that they are very young like me.
They are all so scared that they seem to be trying to disappear where they are. Even the slightest sound made them tremble. It was impossible not to see the fear in their eyes. When we walked in, they had been cowed where they were. Faded whip marks were visible on their bodies. As far as I could feel, they too had been subjected to various tortures. I was sad for them.
'Where is the photographer who will shoot?' Jake asked in a very arrogant voice.
A young man came out from the side. 'I am, sir, Ian.'
'Why are you wasting my time? Start the shoot! Just be careful not to show the marks of the whip! I need short videos showing them walking down the hall, turning around themselves to show their body. Finally, finish the shooting by giving their names and ages. They will not talk but will smile during the shooting. Also, I need nice pictures of their bodies and faces. Who will disobey will be punished, all of you. Understood?' Jake asked us.
All the slaves muttered YES.
'You all, I cannot hear, you too kiddo, I want to hear that you understand me well.
We all answered in one voice 'YES sir, we understood.'
Then he was satisfied and turned to the photographer
'Ian, do you have any questions?'
"Shouldn't we say their last names?" he asked.
'There's no need. They are all orphans.'
"One more question, sir. How much time do I have for all this?
'I do not have much time. you only have 3.5 hours. Before lunch, I need to submit all the videos and photos to the Alpha, who will share them with the other Packs.'
"Hmm, but Sir, it will be very difficult because I have to be careful to hide the whip marks during the shoot."
'Are you coming against me?'
"No, sir, never. I will do my best to make you happy."
'You better hope so, for your sake.' Jake threatened then he left the hall.
The guards were still watching us. Ian came close to me because I was still separated from the others and do not have visible whip marks.
'Come closer to me, young man, I want to see your face in the sunlight.' He extended his hand to me. I instinctively backed off.
I was still afraid of everyone I didn't know. After all I don't know anyone here, just Jake (aka my hell), the barber, and his daughter. Others were foreign to me. It was impossible for me to know what harm they would do to me.