Nick runs his giant fingers over your body, which trembles violently in the box. "Hey, little guy.. You might be my cutest slave yet." You stare, wide-eyed at the huge man who you recognise from television - you've even bought a couple of his albums. He's wearing a tight white t-shirt showing off his stocky, manly build, blue jeans with a thick belt and messy, spikey blond hair. "How.. How did I.." you struggle to wrap your mind around the situation. Nick laughs, shooshing you patronisingly, and lifts you out of your box, his thick fingers around your waist. He plants you on a lacquered copper desk and you look around the huge bedroom, which is decorated with tall, beautiful plants, rare works of art hanging on the walls, and exquisite sculptures sitting in the corners. Mr Carter is obviously something of a collector. Then you notice, with a start, that there is another young man, maybe a year younger than you, sitting right by your side. He has a pale complexion and dark, auburn red hair, nearly the same shade as the desk, and a slim build. He looks utterly terrified of both of you. "Sebastian hasn't quite settled in yet" Nick says with a cruel smile "But that's ok, we're all about to get a little better acquainted. You two are the first in my collection, and as a special welcoming present, you're both going to get to..." the devious smile creeps further over Nick Carter's face as he tells you that..
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