Past (1)
A little boy walked down a surprisingly bustling street, holding his mother’s hand. The place had dull lighting taking over the area even though the morning sun shone in the sky.
Different smells overpowered each other, but the main ones taking over the little boy’s nostrils were his mother’s and the omega next to her—Madam Flynn. Mahogany teakwood and mint began mixing, causing the boy to grow nauseous at the combining scent. He quickly stuffed his nose in his mother’s sleeve, almost causing her beautiful off-the-shoulder, slightly transparent, and revealing dress to slip down some more.
Her son almost accidentally exposed her chest to the others in the area. But instead of growing mad with her son, she pulled her dress back up and softly asked, “What’s wrong?”
The boy’s nose wrinkled when his mother’s mint smell no longer dominated it. He glanced up, getting ready to comment about the smells when his words caught in his throat. Not only did the boy meet his mother’s eyes, but also the eyes of Madam Flynn, which he hated.
Madam Flynn is otherworldly and androgynously beautiful—why else would they be a Madam of a brothel? But, their unnerving stare always causes the boy to shiver, unpleasantly, down to his bones.
He hated their eyes to the point of wanting to gouge them out. But, those were not the thoughts of what a little boy should have. So, instead, he lowered his head and replied, “Mother, why are we here?”
“Here” was the deeper parts of the red district—the black market. Most people expect a dirty place filled with all kinds of shady deals and crooked, disgusting citizens. But, surprisingly, the black market held a cleanness.
The black market was like any other place holding business. The only difference lies in one being honest purchases while the other is 100% shady because anyone can get anything they desire from the black market.
Plus, whatever they purchase, the seller would never tell another. Even if someone tried torturing them, they would keep their lips sealed (sometimes literally).
“I know you wanted to spend time with me, but I did agree to help Madam Flynn find some new omegas for the brothel. After this, I promise to have all my attention on you, Cyn.” Cyn’s mother promised.
Cyn continued to look at the ground, pursing his lips while holding back from sighing. The lack of attention on him is nothing new. Although his mother treats him way better than his father and siblings, he still doesn’t receive enough attention as a child should.
Honestly, his family hasn’t raised him like a child should have been since his birth. Scheming, hate, lustful encounters, lying, tricks, and other things are something he has already seen.
And taking a child, like it is a stroll, and bringing them to the black market without selling or abandoning them there is weird in itself.
“Okay.” Cyn finally let out. Having this amount of attention was the best he would get anyway. He would rather be with his mother, who cares for him, than with his family, who cannot hide their disdain for him.
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Barslen Auction held slaves and people sold to the auction house, ready to sell to any takers. It didn’t matter who bought the ones for sale; as long as you had money, the seller would sell to you.
The building from the interior and exterior was clean, elegant, and grand. Cyn couldn’t understand how something so beautiful could contain a filthy sin. Maybe, that was the appeal and what had people coming back, causing the business not to shut down.
Even royals and nobles used the Barslen Auction like any other auction house.
They entered the building as their heels loudly clicked against the shiny marble ground. Cyn paid no mind to the noise as he looked at his reflection on the floor.
Others in the building glanced over, pausing as they drank in the beautiful sight of the two omegas. Their scent, exquisite looks, and confident gait made the room almost stop. Then, a worker appeared, clapping his hands while smiling at the two new potential buyers.
The clapping sound echoed in the main lobby, causing people’s trance to break as they returned to their business.
The worker wore a clean, crisp suit as he rested one hand on his chest and bowed in front of the two omegas as he gave his best pearly white smile. “Welcome, buyers. It is always lovely to see the finest of Lilian Brothel.”
Each brothel distinguishes themselves by their clothes. It was easy to tell which brothel Cyn’s mother and Madam Flynn resided in. Only Lilian Brothel wore slightly transparent, colorful, and revealing clothes.
Then, before the omegas could speak, the worker glanced towards a distracted Cyn. He quickly turned stiff, standing straight as he glanced at Cyn’s mother, “Ah, apologizes, esteemed guests, let me take you to the VIP area. We have the finest omegas for sale (everyone knows that the brothel only buys omegas).”
“No, nee—” the mother started, only for Madam Flynn to interrupt.
“Please, lead the way.”
The main reason why Madam Flynn always brought Cyn’s mother with them is because of who her son is. Even if he was born from a prostitute and not a concubine (which most sellers and workers of the black market knew because it is the black market), Cyn is still a prince.
A prince who could not truly fight for the throne, but he was a prince nonetheless.
And Cyn’s mother had no idea that Cyn being her son was the reason Madam Flynn always took her to the auction house (and it was also always during the days Cyn would visit the brothel for his mother).
Once they started walking, following the worker into the VIP area, Cyn’s mother had to pull Cyn along. After he finished looking at his reflection, Cyn wanted to look everywhere, slightly slowing his mother down with his deliberate tiny steps.
As she saw the space growing between her, Madam Flynn, and the worker, Cyn’s mother sighed before picking up Cyn, holding him in her arms. “Are you angry with me?”
Cyn instantly wrapped himself tightly around his mother, resting his chin on her shoulder as he looked behind her. “No.” He answered, staring and observing the other people and rooms they passed by.
“Are you sure?” Maybe she should have stayed behind and played with her son. They barely got to see each other with how the king and queen wanted to separate them.
“I want to look around.” He started, only for his mother to quickly shake her head.
“No, this is not a safe place for a child to travel alone in. Stick with me.”
Cyn frowned before wiping it off his face. He would get his wish sooner than later, even if he had to grant it himself.
It did not take them long before they entered a pristine room with a long walkway and many observation windows. It was like a zoo or a simple attraction. Except, instead of animals and games, omegas rested on the other side, ranging from young to almost mid-adult.
Older omegas sold to the black market are either killed or given a low-class messy job until the day they die.
The omegas wore collars around their necks with barely any clothes on. They sat on a queen-sized bed, the only thing resting in the room, and depressingly looked down until the worker told them to glance up or show off more of their bodies.
They were not chained and barely had marks on them. If the omegas were beautiful, the sellers did not want to mess up the products, fearing the customers won’t buy them. But, the collars on their necks held a shocking and tracking (they would use a particular scent that only dogs could smell to track) device. So, even if they were free of chains, they had nowhere to run.
Once the worker started speaking, Cyn’s mother set him down before joining Madam Flynn.
Seeing that his mother no longer paid attention to him, he quickly slipped away like a snake.
He looked around different rooms, seeing that some were empty while others held other omegas, betas, and alphas to sell. After a while, with no one bothering him, Cyn wondered where the auction house sold slaves.
In the area he was in, the workers sold only the “good” products, but Cyn was curious about the “bad” ones. (The workers sell “good” ones as prostitutes, maids, personal keepers, and other things, while “bad” ones become slaves).
He continued his adventure, sneakingly moving towards the lower level of the auction house. Since he was small, it was easier for him to slip away from the adult eyes.
Once he reached the lower area, Cyn wrinkled his nose in disgust. The place still held some cleanness, but it was nothing like the upper levels. And the upper ones kept scents at bay while the lower ones let them roam free.
He covered his nose and continued walking as he came across the slaves. The majority of them were naked, bony, scarred, and beaten. They had chains surrounding their arms and legs, making loud noises every time they moved. And instead of resting in a room with only a bed like the ones on the upper level, the slaves slept on the floor inside cages.
They even had to share their cages with other slaves.
As he walked, sticking to the shadows to not be noticed by adults, the slaves glanced towards him with dead eyes before looking away.
Other children would have been mortified by the dead stares, but Cyn only felt bored from them and nauseous due to the smells.
The many smells started making his nose burn and causing his eyes to water until he caught a whiff of something pleasant.
He paused, removing his sleeve from his nose as he tried catching the overpowered scent once more. And when he did, he chased it.
It almost took ten minutes to find the smell as there were adults down here. A few seconds ago, an adult almost caught him, but he quickly ducked down.
When the adults disappeared, causing him to be alone, he walked over to a lone cage. There was only one person inside, utterly chained up with even a muzzle on his mouth. The child had more weight than the other slaves, but he held more bruises and two fresh scars.
And when the child looked up at Cyn with almond-shaped light brown eyes that looked ready to erupt like a volcano, Cyn was hooked.
He had never seen a child so beautiful before. I want him. He thought a thought like a child shouldn’t have.
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Ooooh so they met when they were kids! I’m pretty sure 49 doesn’t remember but what about cyn??
He doesn’t remember, after the queen killed his mother, he repressed a lot of his memories. It is okay, though, it will come to them.
Oooh nice!! Thanks for the info~
Thanks for the chapter ♥️♥️