When Silver would awake, he'd find himself curled up in a cage in a location unknown to him. The room was fairly dark, aside from a few dimly lit lamps and candles throughout. There was an old vanity, and a chest for an assorted wardrobe - it was almost like a dressing room, though there had been a bed in the same room along with a few chests full of unspeakable objects. Someone lived here definitely - or at least visited here often. However, Silver hadn't been the only one in the room. On the bed sat a brooding ebony hedgehog, chains on his wrists and ankles shackling him to the wall. He had some freedom to wander the room if he pleased, but even that was limited. Shadow seemed rather indifferent to the other's presence, not having bothered to try and wake him at this point - he'd already attempted to do so earlier once Mephiles left the poor kid in here, but it was a fruitless effort.

The albino groaned as his heavy eyelids lifted, his head aching akin to his backside. He was lying on his side on a cold floor, and his arms weakly attempted to push him up. "Mephiles..?" The first thing his attention was brought to was the figure on the bed, the quills throwing him off for a moment. "You're not Mephiles... Shadow?" Silver thought out loud, recognizing the infamous hedgehog due to the red stripes on his head. "Where are we?" He questioned, resting his weight on his left hip instead of his rear for now. At least his fur seemed clean of the previous mess he'd mostly made. "Where's Mephiles?"

Shadow's ears perked, glancing over at the other male in the cage once he had heard his voice. Unamused and melancholy as per usual, he sighed in response to Silver's questions. "I'm not quite sure where we are exactly, if I'm honest. I know our location is underground, but I haven't been able to see exactly where - they like to keep me blindfolded on the way to the outside world so that I can't rat out this place to any officials," he explained briefly, rubbing beneath one of the shackles on his wrist to ease the chafing. "Mephiles.." he muttered bitterly in response to that name. "He's.. probably out getting your tags and brand ready. Then probably assembling what needs to be done in order to... 'groom' you," he explained vaguely. "My advice would be to calm down for now and take this deep breath of solitude - you won't see it for a while soon."

"T-tags? Brand? What is all this..? Mephiles, he and I.." Thoughts rushed into and out of Silver's head, remembering what he could. Him and Mephiles having sex, relaxing a little and then.. Mephiles suffocating him. That's right. Mephiles was most likely the one who brought him here, Shadow's information confirming the thought. Shit. I'm such an IDIOT. He had trusted Mephiles, and now he was here.. and his heart was hurting. He had really believed that Mephiles was a good man, lonely, but a honest to god good person and he had been so DUPED. Blaze had been right.. oh lord, Blaze must be worried sick about him. He'd never called. Any hope he had beforehand he missed out on, and besides for maybe allying up with Shadow, he felt truly alone.

Silver looked around frantically for any sort of an escape, staring at the door with a burning desire to go through it. But he was behind bars.. and needed a way out of these first. "Are you suggesting we don't fight? Are you crazy?" He shot back, even though the ebon had suggested to calm down that seemed to be the last thing on Silver's mind.

"Yes. In hours to come, you're going to be set up for auctioning. Mephiles is probably busy writing up all your little kinks and quirks he can think of to put on your tags, and then your ass is gonna get a burning rod to it - literally," he stated. The ebon himself squirmed a little at the mention of branding, as if to emphasize that he had already experienced this himself. Shadow wasn't very keen on showing off the mark, however. He'd apparently been down here long enough to not get too worked up on the idea of escaping, knowing good and well that it was more complicated than that. The ebon had hope of getting out still, yes, but he wasn't frantically scrambling for plan after failed plan to get out. Besides, the abuse here had gone on so long that he knew what to expect and how to avoid certain punishments. "Listen, you... are about to view the world a whole lot differently," Shadow then started, a flash of sympathy in his eyes as he gazed at the younger hedgehog. "Mephiles is not whatever persona he showed you before he brought you here. He's.. very powerful down here. So even if you did escape from him, there's so many more you'd have to get past. Your body is going become tainted down here, but, try not to let your soul become that way as well.. You don't want to conform to their beliefs. I've seen it happen to many who have been brought here."

Silver felt the glimmer of hope he had in his mind grow dimmer and dimmer as Shadow explained the situation and what was to come, explained that he had been lied to and now was surely going to be fucked over. And it really wasn't making him feel too well. Silver understood the context of Shadow's knowing experiences, and he figured, that if the ultimate lifeform couldn't even get out, what was he going to do? "Then...then.." The ivory hedgehog stuttered, taking a deep breath to slow his booming heart. "What do you suppose I do then..? If I have to survive to get out, I can do that.."

Time seemed to stand still for the ivory hedgehog as he waited for any sort of hopeful response. His mind was stuck on Mephiles, how he was so gentlemanly and kind before. "What's down here, anyways? Are they going to torture me?" So many questions were on his mind, questions he didn't know even Shadow had answers to. "Why would they torture me if their plan is to 'auction me off', as you say..? Or do they like damaged goods here..?" Silver inwardly cringed. Referring to himself as an object already hurt to hear. "What exactly is gonna happen to me, if I end up like you?" Shadow was at least alive, so that vanished the fear of absolute death on the way. But his anxiety did no help to what might be worse than death, then..

"You're a toy down here," Shadow said simply. "As am I. The difference is that I'm an exclusive to Mephiles, as chosen to be so.. Usually you'll have another, or even multiple, masters down here. But ultimately, you're sacrificed to Mephiles on any given wim he demands. It's almost like, down here he's... Their god," he shuddered. "They abide by his rules, follow his beliefs, and not one slave here has been untouched by him. No, that's their ticket in actually... If he cannot taint their body, he will not bring them down here to offer to his subjects to bid between." Shadow was now visibly uncomfortable in explaining the way things worked down here, and it was honestly surprising that he was able to share this information with complete stoic sanity. "You might not be tortured by whomever gets you, though that's unlikely. But anytime you're returned to him, that's a different story.." Shadow fixed his eyes onto the shackles on his wrists, as if he couldn't bear to make eye contact with the ivory hedgehog any longer. Taking a deep breath, he then forced himself to put himself together a bit more as he glanced up at Silver once more. "Just, don't fall into their games or their rituals. This isn't your reality, so don't make it out to be so."

Hearing all this information about Mephiles visibly made Silver more uncomfortable, the young one shifting awkwardly but he was honestly glad for the info, at least he wouldn't be going in as blind as he could've been. "T-thank you." Stumbled out of his mouth before suddenly the door to the outside was opened quite roughly, the noise of the doorknob barely fast enough to alert either hedgehog of what was going on before suddenly bodies were all around Silver. They were all dressed in long, dark robes with hoods to seemingly protect identity, and there wasn't much Silver could do as he was held down, promptly gagged with something round shoved into his maw and cuffed with his wrists forced behind his back. He was then picked up off the ground and carried out by two other robed figures, and disturbing sights flashed across amber eyes as Silver was taken to some sort of cleaning facility. 

There was many other scared youths like him, sounds like screams and moaning muffled through thin walls, and the scent of blood and something else in the air he couldn't quite place. A leash was hooked to the chain connecting his wrists and the leather tied to a hook on the ground, rendering him helpless as buckets of (lukewarm, thankfully) water were splashed over him. Was this supposed to be some sort of sad, ripoff excuse of a shower?

Gentle as hands may go, Silver certainly did not appreciate the sponges drifting over every inch of his body, and the towels came next. The soft fabric smelt of lavender, and was oddly luxurious considering the type of place he was in. It seemed like Mephiles at least treated some of his victims with class, still.. however, he couldn't place a single thing of trust in the man after this. Silver couldn't say he actually knew Mephiles at all, really, would he ever?

Soon after he was promptly dried the leash was unhooked and Silver was brought to some other kind of station. Mirrors were placed all around, and more robed figures came around him, carrying.. items of many things in their hands. Some, Silver didn't have the knowledge of what they did(like that had to be the strangest beaded necklace he'd ever seen in his life, with a hoop at the end and the inches of space between the beads... who would wear that and call it good looking?), some were clearly phallic and of the perverted kind, and others were clothing. Clothing that was as coverable from a cozy looking sweater, stockings, things like that.. to pieces of string.

One of these robed figures had soon come up to him, forcibly separated his legs and he felt something akin to lace crawl up his thighs, and soon cling onto his hips. He was being dressed... apparently. Fear stitched his mouth shut, but his thoughts were ablaze with the current situation. They were not being mean, just firm, and he didn't want to know if you angered someone down here. Silky white thigh highs were slid up his legs, another figure coming to do what Silver assumed was makeup. His quills were being brushed and styled naturally, and product lightly powdered on his face- as if to make a scared expression seem a little less terrified. After what seemed like hours, a low voice rumbled from one of the robes. "It's time. Do not worry... a pretty thing like you will surely get attention from a gentle master."  Those words stuck with Silver as he was lead to some sort of arena that was dimly light, he was then uncuffed and the gag released from his jaw, and the albino hedgehog was left alone in the room. Or so it seemed, until a spotlight shone upon him, and a neon dollar sign showed up on a giant sized screen above his very head. Was this the auction starting now..?

The room had been pitch black for the most part aside from the screen and lights on stage, but it was so dark and silent beneath that it seemed as if there were no one present at all in the room. But it almost seemed as if that were the point, to keep all of the focus on Silver for the time being - but also that had to add a horrifying element to the mix, for it literally left the ivory hedgehog completely in the dark when it came to seeing the face of whoever would claim him.

However, another spotlight suddenly lit up higher above Silver, revealing a figure sitting comfortably up in a chair. The showing of this figure then made it apparent that there had been many more in the room, soft humming coming from each individual at the sight of their leader. Humming softly, for Mephiles did enjoy his ego being stroked a little from the ones he had power over, but he wasn't fond of loud attention that would come from a crowd at a rock concert.

Soon it died down, and Mephiles smirked down at the younger male. There was a glint in his eyes, perhaps one that conveyed he at least bothered to remember who exactly this victim was - which, honestly, would've been an honor considering how many he had gotten here before. The gentle harmony from the crowd died down as Mephiles stood, his eyes glancing around before once again focusing on the prey before him.

"Good morning," he said first, this statement alone giving Silver an indication that he had at least been underground for a day to pass. "I'd like to introduce you all to our new friend. He's rather, shy.. naive, even. So I'd suggest you be delicate with him," Mephiles continued, his voice sounding just as kind and soft as when he had first encountered the albino, though it now could easily come off as condescending. Especially when the older male continued.

"After all, I've discovered that this one reacts a little more positively to tender affection," he stated before holding a remote up. He clicked it, and then suddenly one of the screens behind Silver lit up. At first it was just what appeared to be a video of Mephiles’ room that Silver had been in once before, the room having been empty for a while. Then suddenly, Silver had entered the bedroom and gotten on the bed, having been removing his boots and socks. The whole relay of conversation that was between the two when Silver spent the night was played, and horrifyingly enough, it kept playing when the two were becoming intimate.

Silver's first time was being shown off to possibly thousands of strangers in the audience as if he were a public sex worker, and Mephiles stood on his perch silently and just.. let it happen. Without shame or remorse. He even watched for himself, seeming almost uninterested in the event as if he weren't also in the film. Occasionally, he'd glance back down at the younger boy and dared to flash a gentle smile in his direction like this wasn't real - this was all a twisted nightmare that wasn't happening, or at least, Mephiles' behavior made it out this way. He saw nothing wrong with this, it seemed. It was.. Normal.

Silver’s ears flattened as Mephiles’ voice echoed about the room, nowhere to hide from it. Things got so much worse as the tape began to play, and the young hedgehog nearly choked at what was onscreen. That.. that was him. This was actually torture, and wherever he would or could wander the light would follow him.. his tail tucked between his legs in horror, wrapping his arms around his naturally fluffy chest. Everything was so focused, so emphasized on Silver, it was overwhelming.

He felt his lungs go into overdrive, heaving up and down as panic flooded his system, Silver at his weakest and most vulnerable just being exposed like that in front of only Chaos’ knows how many people. Muted whoops and sounds of various enjoyment blurted out from the arena. Silver’s stomach felt like a rock, dropping straight down his guts. This was horrible. Oh my god, this was horrible and he couldn’t escape it. It was only getting worse, too. The dollar sign now had numbers beside it. Numbers. People were bidding on him, to own. It was currently triple-digits, but with the way it was rising, a few minutes more and it would hit four, maybe even five if this hell lasted long enough.

Silver only took a seat on the floor, curling his knees to his chest and squishing himself down into the smallest ball possible until it was over. The volume of the crowd- his buyers- was far too much for him to handle, until it settled after what felt like forever. Only two voices were shouting numbers now, sounding similar in pitch but different in tone. A bold, but quick glance at the dollar sign above him once more made him gasp at the number up there. And it rapidly kept increasing. There was a fight going on over him, and if he wasn’t so terrified maybe he’d be flattered. But no, Silver was far, far too traumatized at the moment to feel any sort of flattery right now. There wasn’t much he could do except hope that the people that Mephiles would eventually hand him over to were nice.. and that itself was a scary thought. Letting go of Mephiles, the only familiar thing in this entire place, for a chance of someone else. Yeah, Mephiles was the entire reason he was in this place but, after the night playing on loop on the screen... he’d given some part of him to Mephiles that he could never hope to gain back, didn’t he? Maybe the man recognized how important that was to him, surely.

Mephiles let his eyes wander over to the bidding boards shooting up in numbers, having letting someone beneath handle the vocals between the two bidders. He often did not intervene, just raked in the cash that came in at the end. The twisted hedgehog was just about to sit back in his seat and relax as the bidding went on, and had done so before immediately sitting back up when the screen began cutting out to a different clip - he'd mistakenly sat back on his remote to change it. For once, Mephiles looked shocked when the clip had been of.. someone else other than Silver, and everybody else had reacted with gasping and equally shocked expressions. Mephiles had been trying to change it back, hitting the remote quite a few times in frustration. For some reason, it made him somewhat panicked that everyone could see this clip specifically as opposed to his other ones he'd shown shamelessly for bids before. It was none other than Shadow and him, and the ultimate lifeform had been quite vocal and aggressive as his quills were being pulled - he was screaming even, but for the utmost surprising reasons. He was not screaming for Mephiles to stop, but rather to keep going, and harder at that. Almost as soon as the scene was up on the screen, it was gone - but not soon enough to Mephiles as he tried to regain his composure on what everyone had seen.

"...Excuse that," he spoke in an eerily calm demeanor as opposed to his desperation to correct the screen to his time with Silver moments ago. "Technical errors. It will not happen again," he explained, having hoped that he wouldn't have to elaborate on what had just been playing. However, when the crowd wouldn't let it go, neither could he. "I assure all of you that you shouldn't wait for that release. That is my property alone, so I suggest you focus on what you have before you now," he said, referring back to Silver.

Various gasps and whispers went around the crowd as the videos were flipped through, tones of disbelief and feisty arousal going and coming around. A gasp broke through Silver’s own throat as Shadow’s voice momentarily got played rather loudly for a few seconds, an ache growing within his chest. Silver was fragile here, and for some reason, even though he should have figured, knowing that Mephiles has had sex with many other people damned to the same fate as him made Silver hurt a little emotionally. He’d given his everything to this guy, just to find out that he had been utterly played. God, he was such an idiot. His eyes had seen enough of others having their way with Mephiles, moaning lewdly underneath the dark being just like he had only recently, to know that he was just one in a crowd. And oh geez- it was so messed up- but the way that he had referred to Shadow so possessively drew out a little spark of what could only be jealousy in his guts. It shouldn’t be there, it really shouldn’t, but it was.

The bid between the two beneath seemed to keep going, neither having seemed willing to give up. Eventually, over the course of time, Mephiles had to step in.

"Stop," he said, halting them in their tracks. "It seems that your competition is fruitless. Perhaps we can arrange something," Mephiles suggested, tilting his head somewhat in thought as he stared absentmindedly at Silver. "...Hmm, meet me down in my chambers to discuss this. The rest of you, this auction is closed and dismissed. Return to your places until next time," he stated. And with that, the spotlight on him had immediately shut off, possibly leaving Silver alone for the moment if the room had truly cleared that fast. It was still difficult to tell.

Silver was nearly caught up in his own thoughts before suddenly the lights went out and the auction had ended, and two more cloaked somebodies led him back the way he came, pushing him back in the cage he woke up in within Mephiles’ room. Shadow was missing from the mattress, however. Wherever he was… Silver hoped he was okay. He ended up being a lot more compliant this time, the emotional and physical baggage finally weighing heavily enough on Silver’s mind where it rendered him basically useless. Nevermind using his ESP, his train of thought entirely was shot out the window for a good while. Silver was hungry, tired, emotionally distressed and physically uncomfortable to a degree. He curled up in the corner of his cage, squeezing his eyes tight to escape this place, but then of course the door burst open again with three beings walking into the room, chatting about prices and the like. How startling.

Mephiles had been ahead of the two bidders as he walked in, talking about cash and a deal for the two to exchange Silver between all three of them. Mephiles had agreed to take Silver on the weekends, giving the others five days to split between them freely. He came to unlock the cage himself, having been aware enough to know Silver probably wouldn't fight him. But to keep on the safe side, Mephiles latched a collar and leash back onto him anyways before lifting him up out of his small prison, cradling him like his own child and holding him close for a few moments, running his hands through Silver's quills soothingly but absentmindedly as he discussed business with the other two.

One figure had been cloaked, clearly unrecognizable intentionally to remain anonymous. This had not raised any alarm within Mephiles, for this was normal as can be down here. The other clearly knew Mephiles and had probably done business with him before, for the two spoke more casually than any interaction given to the cloaked figure.

"I'll let you decide whoever gets him for three days, and who gets him for two. Either way, I do want him returned to me in at least one piece over the weekends," he had went on, placing a small kiss on the top of Silver's forehead before setting him down. "After all, my children are all very dear to me."

When Silver was placed on the floor between the three of them, the cloaked figure moved his hood slightly, revealing a rather familiar pair of emerald colored eyes to the ivory hedgehog intentionally. It was meant to come off as a gesture to comfort Silver, but easily could have been more startling and alarming given all of the crazy shit the ivory hedgehog was already going through.

Silver didn’t squirm much in Mephiles’ arms, the petting on his quills actually quite soothing and distracting enough until he was put on the floor, left to gaze up at the other three around. The green hedgehog intimidated him somewhat, he looked like he belonged to a biker gang and with the street accent he carried(which seemed more like a slur?), Silver’s future didn’t look too bright. And the hooded figure.. only Chaos knows what he would do to him. When he caught a shot of green eyes underneath however, it was informative enough. They didn’t look out to hurt him, maybe he had gotten a shot of pity, maybe one of those sugar daddies if he was lucky. But the danger in this place was real, and if anyone came down here to buy other beings then surely your morals couldn’t be in the right place. Anxiety washed over the albino hedgie, bringing his gaze to the floor. Maybe his other mystery buyer was just a closet freak, and could be much worse than the suspicioned drunk that Mephiles had split custody between.

Speaking of which, he was going back to Mephiles on the weekends. Perhaps after getting familiar with things he would be allowed more freedom over time, and could make ways for an escape… maybe.

“Easy peasy,” The green hedgehog scoffed, clicking his tongue in his mouth. “We can just switch ‘em off every week. Two day, three day, two day, three day, whatever. You aight with that, tumblr-anon?” He nudged the cloaked figure with his elbow, quite assured in his statement of how things were to be. “He’s just such a cutie, can I touch ‘em, Mephi?” Hands were suddenly all over Silver’s body before a response could be given, rough hands trailing and squeezing over soft white ears, stroking down brushed quills and fingers combing through the bounty of chest fur that his purchase beheld. “So soft, so clean.” He commented, looking back up at Mephiles as he continued groping down Silver’s body, “Y’know, he was just so fuckin’ cute up there, all squeaks and moans outta this one. What a babe, you sure he’s male? Maybe I oughta check~”

The cloaked figure hesitantly nodded in agreement, seemingly keeping his comments to a minimum - no, he didn't want his voice recognized. And he knew if he spoke just enough, somebody would catch on eventually if not immediately. He tensed when Scourge went to start feeling up the small ivory hedgehog, though obviously this couldn't be seen beneath his disguise. He didn't like it one bit.

However, he apparently was not the only one who found distaste in the green hedgehog's behavior, for Mephiles almost instantaneously swatted the other's hands away from Silver at the last comment for fear of him doing anything in front of him.

Ironically enough, Mephiles did not like to actually watch others with his victims even though he displayed them himself, and knew what their fate would hold. At a misconception, it could be seen as a sign of protection over Silver himself - maybe the auction was all a misunderstanding, maybe this wasn't for sexual favors.

Wrong.

"Scourge, I ask that you keep this between you and him on your own terms. In my time and presence, I will not allow your hands on him," Mephiles scoffed in a surprisingly possessive tone. Jealousy, maybe..? No. Just territorial and self-righteous.

Reptilian eyes looked to the cloaked figure, having taken note that they all made an agreement. Mephiles then sighed, "I suppose we shall let Scourge here take place first, for he seems remarkably eager."

Sonic would've protested if he weren't trying to keep anonymity…

Silver exhaled a little too noticeably for his liking when Mephiles came as his source of protection from above, still too beaten down to come up with anything close to a word. It had stopped before any hands had gotten below his waist, so it could’ve been much worse considering what he was here for. ‘Scourge’, though.. that was an interesting name. Neverminding that though, it was sick, but nevertheless Silver tried to digest the butterflies in his stomach that Mephiles had caused in him. A part of his mind knew it was nothing personal, and absolutely nothing caring towards him, but he wanted to believe so badly that Mephiles wanted him. Or at least, some piece of his mind did.

Scourge snickered when his hands were pushed away, obviously this was neither the first or last time that would have happened. He held his arms up in defense, rolling his eyes at the talkdown he was getting. “I getcha, I getcha. But considering the rings I’m spitting out for ya I woulda thunk I’d get to touch him just a lil’ bit, but ay, if I get him first I have a bit of patience in me.” He picked up Silver’s leash in his hand then, giving it a slight yank, pulling the albino out of his daydreams. “Don’tcha worry now, I’ll treat him real nice. He won’t even wanna go to this Lord Of The Rings motherfucker by Wednesday. We done here?” Scourge raised a brow, clearly stating his wish to leave. In his opinion, the faster he could get his new plaything debauched, the better.

Mephiles merely rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh when he heard Scourge speak, putting a hand to his temples. "I suppose," was all he responded with by the time the green nuisance had finished speaking. Meanwhile, Silver had already been tense enough as it was despite the fact that being felt up should've been the least of his worries. And this was in front of others, so he couldn't even imagine what was going to happen to his being as soon as Scourge had him alone. Having already been yanked on the leash, Silver prayed he wouldn't have to be led by it out there. Would he have to crawl, or would Scourge allow him to his feet..? He hadn't been sure, but stayed low to the ground just in case to avoid whatever chastising he could potentially receive for getting to his feet.

Scourge more or less didn’t give a shit, turning on his heel and clutching Silver’s leash tight as he walked out of the room, walking at a moderately fast pace that the other had to keep up with. He finally got to a set of stairs that led upwards, and he turned to his new purchase with a smirk and a click of his tongue. “Ya see, this is the part where you’re not supposed to know shit about. So keep your fuckin’ eyes shut and I won’t gotta make you blind. It’d be such a loss for a pretty thing like yourself, eh?” He slipped off his jacket then, covering Silver’s face with the inside of the back and tying the sleeves around the back of his head as a blindfold. “Good thing your quills aren’t all pokey in the back, woulda been a pain in my ass to blunt ‘em.” Scourge mumbled as he picked Silver up in his arms and began carrying the smaller hedgie up the steps and the sound of a door opening and closing behind them was heard, and for what seemed like 15-20 minutes later of Scourge carrying Silver in a direction unknown to the latter, Scourge finally put him down.

“You’re pretty lightweight, that’s a bonus for ya.” The jacket was unwrapped from Silver’s face and Scourge shrugged it back onto his shoulders. They were in the outside world, in what looked like a sketchy alleyway in the middle of the early morning. The walls around them were splattered with obscene graffiti, and a motorcycle was right in front of them. “Sad, I’m not the first thing you’re gonna ride tonight. Get on the bike.” He ordered gruffly, a wrist still looped around the leash connected to Silver’s collar as he yanked again whilst mounting the driver’s seat. There was definitely enough room for another person on the back, and Scourge sat there and waited for Silver to get comfortable before wordlessly speeding off into the night.