Wrapped in Honey 2/?
Chapter 2
Dean had just enough time to go from what the fuck when the dart bit in his neck to I'm screwed before he lost consciousness. He didn't feel it when he hit the ground.
He woke up in a dim container with other people who were just as confused as he was.
Hit with a tranq dart, woke up here, end of story. Nobody had seen their attackers, nobody knew why they'd been taken or where they were going.
There were thirteen of them.
They were inside a container, pretty sure on a truck judging by the noises, but Dean's guess was as good as anybody else's.
Looking around Dean doubted they were held to ransom. For himself he knew this couldn't be about money. There was only one person who cared if he lived or died and would do whatever he could to help Dean but Bobby wasn't rich by any means.
Dean himself was lucky when he hustled enough money to pay for gas, food and a cheap motel room and more often than not he had to skip the room and sleep in his car. And he couldn't remember the last time he had three meals a day on a regular basis.
The others seemed to come from a similar background. Worn clothes, people in need of a shower and a shave and eyes that knew hunger.
"I've a bad feeling about this." Dean muttered under his breath and got an affirmative murmur from the man sitting next to him.
"Think they'll come looking for us?" The man asked but the way he said it he knew there was nobody coming looking for him.
There just was nobody and Dean got the feeling that was the whole point.
When the truck finally stopped they hurried to get to their feet and crowded in the back, eyes on the doors.
Dean squinted against the sudden brightness when the doors opened.
"Out!" Somebody bellowed and reluctantly they climbed out of the container. The truck stood in some kind of garage with the door down and the doors in the back closed, probably locked.
Three butch men with tranq guns guarded them while another man and a woman stood a little at the side. Between them they held a man in white shirt and pants who struggled in their grip but couldn't break their hold. He was crying and begging but his two captors didn't pay him any attention.
Dean swallowed, this was so not good, and focused on the three men ushering them forward.
"Attention!" The one to his left yelled, a beefy guy with no neck. "From now on you do what we say. No questions, no shit."
He glared at them for a moment to let the words sink in.
"You get one and only one warning, so you better learn this lesson quickly." He grinned and behind him the two dragged their prisoner forward. "You pull some shit a second time, this is what's gonna happen."
Like a circus director he stepped aside, giving the newcomers a good view on the show.
A collective gasp went through the crowd when the fangs and claws came out.
They froze in terror when the man and the woman ripped the poor guy apart.
"No, no, no, no."
Out of the corner of his eye Dean saw somebody breaking out of the crowd. A young man, maybe even only a teenager. He was knocked down after three steps.
"This is your first warning." The man towering over the teen on the ground snarled. "Now back in line or you're next."
Hands reached for him, pulling him back into the deceiving safety of the crowd.
They had to form a line and were then led through a door. They past the two creatures who still had blood on their faces and hands, the woman was chewing on something she'd ripped out of the body.
The heart, Dean's mind helpfully supplied but he didn't dare to have a closer look.
What came after that was lost in a blur. They had to strip and shower, all together in one big shower room, but Dean's mind was too numb to even register if the person next to him was male or female.
Still naked and in front of everybody Dean had the most humiliating examination ever before he was declared healthy. One woman wasn't declared healthy and she left the room through another door than the rest of them. If that was for the better or the worse Dean had no idea.
The journey ended in a cell with a bundle of clothes slapped at his chest and a shove at his back and then the door locked behind him.
Dean hurried to put the pants and the shirt on, simple white just like the other man had worn before it all had turned red. Then he had a look around.
Pretty much a holding cell like every other one but with even less comfort. Sleeping mats on the floor and a bucket in the corner, charming.
"You can have the place over there." One of the other guys pointed at a free mat.
"What are they going to do with us?" Dean asked in the round. He counted seven other men, all around his age and with similar hair and skin color. Through the window in the front he had a good view into the cell across and less good view into the ones on its sides. More people.
"Not much." The same man spoke again. "When the buzzer goes we have to stand in line and let people ogle us. If you get someones interest they take you out to let them have a better look at you. Some come back, most don't."
"So what?" Dean dropped on his mat. "This is some kind of slave market?"
Nobody answered that one.
Dean was taken out for a better look the second day.
He stood in a small room with bare walls and no furniture and waited for the woman he'd seen on the other side of the glass to come in.
He didn't know what to expect and he shifted from one foot to the other to get rid of at least a bit of the tension building up with every second.
In here he had no chance to escape, he knew that by now. They hadn't been joking with the one warning only. But if he got out of here …
He could overpower this woman, he was pretty sure of that, and once he was free he would call the police down on them.
On the other hand, he doubted they would take any chances. Security might be as tight out there as it was in here and here he at least knew what to expect.
He didn't dare to think about what she wanted with him. Labor or sex were the most likely options, though.
When the door finally opened and the woman stepped in Dean straightened up and with that easily towered over her. Which didn't seem to impress her in the slightest.
"My, you are a handsome boy." She stepped closer, fingertips ghosting over his chest. Dean wanted to push her away but for some reason he couldn't lift a finger to do so.
Up close Dean had a good view on her as well. Not the type of woman he'd find attractive but she was pretty in a natural way. However, her eyes were cold and dead.
She made a full circle around him, examining him from every side. Dean clenched his fists and waited until she stood in front of him again.
"I like what I see." She purred and leaned in, hands resting on his chest and her face buried in the crook of his neck.
Did she sniff him? Dean frowned. There it was again, the telltale of air brushing over his skin and for a second her nose tickled him.
"Uhh." She made and abruptly stepped back. Before Dean realized what was happening she was out of the door. "That one's damaged goods, get me another one."
A minute later Dean was back in his cell and could only wonder how she knew.
The next time they had to form the line Dean kept his eyes fixed on the ground. Only when the man outside turned to have a look at another cell he dared to look up.
And their eyes met.
Tall guy, good-looking. If they'd met in a bar Dean would have bought him a drink and probably would have tried to get in his pants but this wasn't a bar and he wasn't here because it was fun.
Dean didn't back off, though, and the guy broke eye contact first. It was a small victory but it was a victory.
Sure enough he found himself in that little room again only minutes later, waiting for that guy to have a closer look. Anger built up in Dean and he wasn't sure if he would start throwing punches or not this time.
When the guy came in he stayed close to the door and only watched Dean for a moment.
"Do you know what this place is?" The man spoke for the first time.
Dean just stared right ahead and didn't answer.
"It's called the Food Market." The man continued. "Vampires buy their lunch here."
Now he stepped closer.
"This is the supermarket for things that only eat human livers, creatures that think your brain is a delicious slurpee." They stood now face to face. Dean's mind swirled with that idea. He didn't want to but he believed this man. Hell, he'd seen that creature woman chomping on a human heart with his own eyes.
"They all buy their humans here." The man spread his arms. "And if nobody buys you, the werewolf pack running this place will have you over for dinner if you know what I mean." He gave Dean a tight smile.
Dean worked to get this dry tongue back under control.
"So, what gives you the kicks?" He tried to sound brave but all he wanted to do was to close his eyes and huddle up in a corner. He was going to die. Eaten alive by a monster.
"Let me guess." He had only his big mouth left, so screw this. "Big guy like you, you ain't picky, you swallow down a man whole. And not in the good way. Am I right?"
"Actually." The man gave him an amused smile, completely ignoring that Dean was shaking in front of him. "You're right. But we are talking the good way here."
Now Dean blinked in confusion.
"I feed on people, yes, but I don't eat them." A hand landed on Dean's shoulder and when he looked the man in the eye he seemed to be sincere. "I feed on sex."
"Of course you do." Dean blurted out and silently cursed his life.
"I'm making you an offer here. Come with me and have sex with me once or twice a month, I won't bother you the rest of the time, promise." He stepped back with his hands raised. "Or stay here and wait for a vamp to drink you dry. Your choice."
Dean tried to laugh at that but the sound got caught in his sandpaper throat.
"What kind of a choice is that?" He coaxed out.
"You coming with me?"
"Yeah, I'm coming with you." He doubted the guy would keep his promise to leave him alone most of the time but it would get him out of here. Buy him some time to find a way to escape.
"Great." The guy grinned at him and then opened the door. "I'm taking this one."
"Wonderful, Mr. Campbell." A man's voice answered but he was out of Dean's line of sight. "Would that be cash or card?"
The door closed behind Mr. Campbell and when it opened the next time it was a guard with a syringe in hand.
Chapter 3
Masterpost