sheriff x?

The auctioneer, who had taken the minute of break to smoke a ancient looking cigar that he had most likely found raiding a pre war building returned to the action. As he was puffing and coughing at the easily out of date **** stick, you got a good look at your posable soon to be owners. Some where in freaky BDSM gear and had plenty to spare. They eyed you up longingly with glares that sent fear coursing down your spine. In the hopes of calming down you continue to scan the group. Met with a knife wielding maniac covered in dried blood with a chain collar in hand. A disturbing grin so horrific you just turned away and give up on looking for someone you would want to be owned by. In darkness the world got more Terorfiying than you hopped. "500 scrap" The auctioneer was met by a animalistic grunt that made you wince. "550 scrap" A chain rattle and evil giggle? That maniac. "600 scrap" The sound of a whip cracked through the air. The BDSM gear group. Soon you began to pray that anyone else would challenge them."do I hear 750 scrap?" Not a sound other than some muttering and grumpy groans "Going once, going twice SO-"
"800"
Everything went silent,including the mutters and mumbles. The sound of cowboy style spurs had begun. "Yall heard me. 800" A harsh Western voice added to the newly tence atmosphere.

"G-going once, going twice, sold to sheriff x. " Fear dripped from the actionears voice. "Please collected your new **** sir. " You opened your eyes with a small tear of joy falling down your face. Shrif x stood before you. His face was rugged and dirty with hansome chizzled features. Stubble coated his neck and lower face. Over his left eye was a large bruh scar. Speaking of his eyes, they where blue and bold. He was dressed in a old nd dirty bomber jacket made of brown leather.His legs where coated in thick and torn dark blue denim jeans,his shoes looked to be somewhat posh boots with added spurs on the back.His look was topped of with a brown cowboy hat. All in all he are your inner heart face with desiger"someone who finds me attractive, unaware of my legend? Heh, never expected that in my tale. Follow me boy, or well, maybe girl? Depends on what your good at" He turned around and began to strut away, swiftly you followed after him like a stray dog.