1276. The Slave Auction Meme

[fallen_rosiel]

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Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA

[alotofadderall]

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[alotofadderall]

Stiles, Miss. [Stiles ducks his head, biting his lip.] My name is Stiles.

[emplehenoemos]

[It's a weird name. It's a very weird name but she...she thinks it fits, actually. So she nods.]

Stiles. Good.

[Okay. Great. Introductions have been done and...now what?

...Crud. He's still naked.] We should probably get you some clothes. Come on. [She hasn't been allowed in her room all day, so she suspects it's been outfitted with things for him while she's been busy. And if not, well, she can at least get out of her father's study because she feels like she's being watched still. Turning, she leads him out of the study and upstairs to her room after making sure there's no one standing around to watch him traipse naked through the house.]

[alotofadderall]

...Clothes? [Okay, now Stiles is confused. First she wants to him to call her 'Lydia' instead of Master, then she wants to know his name, and now she's going to clothe him? Something had to be wrong here. Stiles just wasn't that lucky.]

You don't want me. [Stiles risks, trailing after Lydia through the house. Maybe he's not good enough, not what she wants.] Please, ma'am, give me a chance...?

[Stiles sees the trunk and sits down next to it automatically without waiting for an order. He knows what's inside of it and hopes that she'll realize he's already trained before she uses anything in there to try and train him again. Unless that's what she wants to do.]

[emplehenoemos]

Yes? You're naked and it's kind of February.

[She waits until they're in her room to shut the door, kicking it a little and letting out a huff.] I don't want a slave at all. This was all my Dad's idea.

[He's sitting next to the trunk when she turns and Lydia blinks. That...was not there before. But apparently, Stiles knows something she doesn't.] ...What's in there?

[alotofadderall]

[She doesn't want a slave? So why does she have the trunk?

Stiles swallows but leans over to open it, pulling back the lid to reveal the devices stored inside. Different items for different things - one side is clearly for punishment, while the other is...well, full of sex toys. Which, Stiles knows from experience, can also be used for punishment.] I've already been trained, ma'am. I won't misbehave. [He won't give her any reason to punish him. He hopes.]

[emplehenoemos]

[Yeah, Lydia's just...

Wow.

Wow, that is a lot of sex toys. What is she going to do with-...does that-...where is that supposed to even fit?!

She's probably about as red as her hair right now, arms folded tightly around her waist. This doesn't make sense. So...what? Her Dad bought her a sex slave? Maybe? Kind of? Sex is obviously somehow involved here. If she wanted to just have no-ties sex, she wouldn't need a slave to do it! She doesn't want the toys, she doesn't want to own anybody...

Quickly, she strides forward and slams the trunk shut, careful to avoid Stiles' fingers.] Stop calling me ma'am! You're 6 months older than I am!

This is stupid. This is utterly ridiculous, this-you-...I don't understand why any of this is even okay! [She drops her arms hard against her side, flopping down to sit on the trunk and bury her face in her hands.]

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles knows how to use most of it. Whether or not that's a good thing is up to Lydia to decide.

Stiles jumps back a little when Lydia slams the trunk; she didn't catch his hand, but she certainly startled him.] But...

[Stiles falls silent for a long moment, watching Lydia carefully. He doesn't reach out to touch her, though, not without her permission.] ...I'm a slave. I'm your slave...that's why it's okay.

[emplehenoemos]

But you're a human being! Just like me. See, look.

[She takes his wrist, holding his hand up and putting her free one right up against his, matching their palms and fingers together.] Exactly the same.

You've got parents, just like me. You probably have things you like and dislike just like me. There's literally no difference between us besides our gender and age. And I don't...

[She drops his hand, shaking her head.] I just keep thinking about how I would feel if my sister was suddenly gone because someone shelled out enough money. Or my Mom, or my Dad and I just can't wrap my head around how he thinks its okay...

[alotofadderall]

I don't have parents. [Anymore. Stiles lowers his eyes, letting Lydia take his hand.] I have a master. And that's you.

[He listens to her and wonders how many other people feel this way. Probably not that many; if she keeps him, he's damn lucky.] ...I can't answer that. I'm sorry.

[emplehenoemos]

Yes. You do. Maybe you can't see them, maybe you're not allowed to acknowledge them for some weird reason, but you do. [Lydia sighs, kicking against the trunk idly before standing, going searching for some clothes for him.] Don't call me that. [It sounds so...cruel. It's what the other slaves around here call her father and she is not her father.]

It's okay. He's willing to sell me to the highest bidder, so...am I confused? Yes. Surprised? [On a hunch, she opens her closet and sure enough, there are clothes tucked in the corner for Stiles. Reaching in, she grabs some underwear, a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, handing them over.] No. No, I'm not surprised at all.

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles falls silent about his parents, watching Lydia move towards the closet. He accepts the clothes but doesn't put them on just yet, slowly becoming convinced that this isn't an elaborate trick to test his obedience.]

[emplehenoemos]

[He doesn't move and Lydia furrows her eyebrows.] Aren't you cold, Stiles?

[alotofadderall]

...No, Ms. Lydia. [Stiles bites his lip, still holding the clothes. He's a little cold, but he wants to be careful about not upsetting her.]

[emplehenoemos]

I don't believe you. [She says it flat out. Her room is the coldest in the house and she's always freezing in it, even dressed. He's butt naked on her floor, he's got to be cold.]

Stiles... [She takes a seat in front of him.] I'm not...trying to trick you or get you in trouble or anything. I just...I don't want this. It's not fair, in any capacity, but I especially don't want to contribute but...

But I can't free you. Not yet. I'm not 18, so it wouldn't be legally binding and you're not 18 either, so you'd really have nowhere to go, so...so this is kind of the best I can do right now.

[alotofadderall]

Yes, Ms. Lydia. [Stiles answers automatically, though he watches her for a second before he lets his hand pass over the clothes questioningly. He hasn't worn clothes in a long time, frankly.]

I'm here to serve you, Ms. Lydia. [Stiles murmurs softly, nibbling on the inside of his cheek.] It's okay. You don't have to do anything.