Stiles Stilinski: Open
Stiles was annoyed, no he was more than annoyed, he was bored. They had washed him up and gave him a new set of clothes that didn’t fit at all properly and then shoved him into a room that had a wall that was a solid mirror. Did they really think he didn’t know that it was a one way glass? Stiles had no doubt that there were Supernaturals looking at him or walking by the room and he was determined to not give them a show.
Well that lasted all a half hour because Stiles couldn’t stand sitting sit anymore. So he got up and started to pace. He paced along the edge of the room, running his hand along the wall, just like a hundred other slaves had done before him. The auction house had tried to cover up traces of previous slaves but Stiles could still see their presence. The floor was worn along the edge, there was initials in one corner. Stiles had no doubt that this room had seen a lot of slaves. People just like him. Plucked from their life and told they would no longer have any kind of freedom even though they hadn’t done anything wrong. Well Stiles hadn’t done anything to terrible. Breaking into the school with Scott so doesn’t count.
With a very bored sigh Stiles hit the ‘mirror’ and muttered, “oh, come on already. Let’s get this over with.”