Even though the last few days had been the most miserable, anxious days of his life he found that once he had gotten to the waiting room he had become eerily calm. He felt like he had accepted his fate, and now that his former life was over, he had nothing left to be anxious about. A brown haired woman with a clipboard called his name from behind the desk, and he stood and followed her into a room that resembled a doctor's office.
"So your doctor records and birth certificate check out, so you're all ready to go." She handed him the clipboard.
"When you're ready, sign the bottom line, but keep in mind that once you do, you are signing away your rights as a human being, and you can't take it back."
Perplexed by the calm, collected manner in which he did so, he neatly wrote his name at the bottom of the paper, under a block of fine black text. The woman smiled as he did so.
"Please remove all your clothing and follow me".
He took off shoes, socks, pants and shirt, but hesitated, just for a moment, before removing his boxers. He shyly removed his last article of clothing, and as he did he noticed the woman staring straight at his cock. He reminded himself that she wasn't a doctor, and he didn't have any right to complain anymore. He followed her into the adjacent room, where he was greeted by a white, empty room. The woman left, locking the door behind her, and came back with a camera.
"Ok, smile".
She took a picture of his face.
"Ok, open your mouth."
She took another picture. Then, she took a step back and took another picture, of his entire nude body.
"Okay, turn around and touch your toes".
He did so.
"Okay, follow me."
He took her to a prison cell, with nothing in it besides a bed with a mattress but no sheet. He stepped inside and she closed the barred door behind him.
"So, as I'm sure you already know, your auction is live online now, and will end in 24 hours." She left him in his cell, cold and naked.
24 hours later he heard the familiar sound of high heels clicking on the tile floor. He wondered if she was bringing him food. He hadn't liked the prison food they served him, nor had he liked being hosed down that morning. The woman came and unlocked his cell door.
"Have I been purchased?"
She ignored the question.
"Follow me".
They walked down the hallway and into an open room. In it was a large wooden crate, with holes drilled into the bottom. Without needing to be told, he layed down inside the crate. Another worker entered, and with the help of the woman zip ties were pushed through the holes and used to tightly fasten him to the bottom of the crate. The woman smiled at him one last time and then put the lid on the crate.
He felt the crate be picked up off the floor and transported into what he assumed was a truck. Eventually, the motion of the truck stopped, and he felt himself being turned to a standing position and felt the crate moved again.
The lid was removed and he was temporarily blinded. As he eyes adjusted to the light he found himself staring at a girl with brown hair, freckles, and a great body smiling at him. She was wearing a white t-shirt and running shorts. He recognised her from high school; her name was Isabella.
"Do you remember me?"
He nodded.
