Sold
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SoLD
By: HeliumElement
Disclaimer: This story contains violence, coarse language and ual content that may not be appropriate to certain people.
It was a late night; Chanyeol was happy and buzzing from being with his friends. He was finally fourteen and was able to stay out later than usual. He was proud to say that even though he could, he wasn’t staying out all night.
Chanyeol entered the house slowly, making sure he wouldn’t wake up his parents. But he was greeted with the lights in the back of the house on. He sighed, shutting the door softly and walking in slowly, his heart speeding up as he stepped on something wet, he looked down and lifted his foot, his stomach growled, upset at the gooey redness. He swallowed back thickly, stepping into the light to see it properly.
Chanyeol thought; ‘it’s just cough syrup’ He didn’t think this for long, as he wiped part of the goo off of his shoe, he could smell it now, the irony-drying smell of blood. Chanyeol looked around, spotting the small trail of blood splutters. His heart started to pound loud enough for him to hear the thuds. He took in a deep breath and followed it, a hand flying up to cover his mouth as he looked down at the body of his mother, covered in stab marks and blood. He could feel his stomach do nervous flips, he could already tell she wasn’t breathing but he still knelt down beside her body, reaching out to touch her cold skin, he whimpered at the feeling.
“M-mom? Oh god, mom.” He whispered, wrapping his had around her arm gently, tears filled his eyes. A shadow appeared over him and her body, he turned to look up but was met with darkness, and he was knocked out cold. Chanyeol went in and out of consciousness, his mind fading in and out of what was going on. At one point he was in the back of his father’s car, his father driving him somewhere. He could hear rain from outside of the car and he shivered from being cold. He could hear his father talking to someone, but he only picked up a few words; “done”, “sold” and “gone”, Chanyeol had no idea what any of this meant and passed out again, he was sure he’d been given a drug now. It was dry and warm, wrapped up in thick blankets, on top of a large bed. He stirred himself awake, the room was dim as the door to the room opened and a man with a kind face entered, holding onto a tray of food, Chanyeol presumed was for himself.
“Chanyeol, are you listening to me?” Luhan said, shaking Chanyeol’s shoulder. He groaned and looked towards the other, a cheeky grin filling his face.
“Sorry, I was day dreaming. Repeat, please.” Chanyeol said, he remembered now that it was seven years later, he wasn’t fourteen anymore, Luhan sighed at him, opening the manila folder up and showing him a picture of the newest item, sixteen and strong-jawed looking. Chanyeol nodded, agreeing to Luhan about the sale.
Kim Jongdae, Jongdae is a sixteen year old that's just come out of the closet to his friends, and has finally mustered up the confidence to buy magazines (aka ) that contain things he'd like. His father, a major anti-homoual man has found out and doesn't want him in his house anymore, but instead of kicking him out, he sells him to a known human-trafficker.
Park Chanyeol, Chanyeol is a twenty-one year old man that's known as a human-trafficker and has been around for quite a while now. Of course the police have never caught him and there's a reason for that. Chanyeol pays quite the pretty penny for anyone that's up for sale and he'll kidnap them from other human-traffickers if he wants to.
Supporting Characters
▪ Luhan — A 26 year old doctor that semi-works for Chanyeol. He does check ups and can help with mental health.
▪ Huang Zitao — A 19 year old friend of Chanyeol's. He's seen as a scary guy but deep down he's just that, a scary guy. Don't mess with him.
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