Breaking a Will (18+)(Private)

[Sathenus]

 

Damion

 

A nineteen year old boy with an average build, muscles are toned but in no way built. Auburn-colored hair is neatly trimmed and kept short, just long enough for fingers to run through. Brown eyes are usually always filled with distaste or defiance, his skin just on the right side of tan.

 

Damion is far from obedient, in fact it seems as if he lives to frustrate his Masters/Mistresses. Tending to be a bit arrogant at times, he never hesitates in back talking or straight out refusing a direct order. It's not against him to be a little cocky, or have a smirk on his face when he is sure that he has gotten what he wants. He is extremely hardheaded and absolutely refuses to be swayed, taking everything with little complaint knowing that no matter how much he does so it won't make a difference. Determined to gain freedom at all costs he doesn't care how many owners he has to go through to achieve that, though deep down he is well aware that his freedom with never be given.

 

Born to a poor family his life was never going to be a good one, but he had never expected his parents to get desperate enough to sell him as a slave in order to save them and his younger sibling. Of all of the things that they could have done he never would have thought they would have it in them. After going to down one day they returned with a man he had never seen, the man's goons had approached him and despite his struggles managed to attach a collar with a chain around his neck locking it securely in place, his wrists were bound behind his back by leather cuffs and he was dragged off with little care as to his own wish.

 

From there things didn't get any easier for him, despite his previous owners' best attempts they have been unable to break his will, he continues to defy anyone who tries to break him and refuses to obey even the simplest of orders. Returned back the the agency he had been sold to just a year earlier for the fifth time he was sure that it meant he would be freed, instead he was informed he had once more chance to become a "good boy" and do as he was told. After a few weeks of them trying to teach him some manners that slaves are supposed to posses the put him back on the market, knowing very well they had failed but sure that there was at least one person out there capable of breaking him.

 

 

 

Glaring at the wall before him Damion was more than frustrated, the heavy leather collar around his neck was weighed down by the heavy chain attached to it, he didn't see the point in being forced to wear it considering they had locked him in his room anyways. Sitting on the bed with a sour look on his face, brown eyes locked on the satin sheets beneath him, he was dressed only in leather pants that clung to his legs showing off what had been covered. Cuffs were around each wrist also attached to heavy chains as if they really expected that to keep him still, if he wanted he knew he could easily slip off of the bed, but he understood why he had been chained the way he had been.

 

Considering how much time had passed and the way his current sellers were acting it meant that today was one of the days where perspective buyers were coming to take their pick of the slave they wanted to take home. He highly doubted he would be on the top of anyone's list, for the past week he had been forced to sit on his bed and "behave" so to speak as they lead buyer after buyer into his room to show him only because they had to. Anyone who showed even the slightest interest was instantly talked out of it, telling them that there was no way they wanted such a disobedient slave to enter their home, how it wasn't safe to do so and that he still needed a few more months of rather harsh training to finally sink it home that he was a slave.

 

That made him snort, he would be damned if he was someones property, and no matter how much people insisted that he was, he refused to behave as such. 'If they want to treat me like a possession then let them, I wont make it easy for any of them.' he thought as he continued to glare at the sheets beneath him, sitting on his knees as he waited impatiently for them to finish showing him to any buyers that showed up and whose category he just happened to fall in. At least until his door opened for only the third time in what had to be hours, eyes moving to his seller as a man was lead into the room. Instantly he hated the man, he didn't care who he was or how nice he could be, anyone sick enough to want to own another human made his shit list.

 

Now was no different, it sickened him to think that this was what the world had come to, that now slaves were accepted and common. The world literally thrived on these sales, owning a slave made you someone, but not to Damion, all it did in his book is solidify his hatred for them. Even now his eyes were defiant, he didn't want to be here, but he didn't want to be sold again either, sure he was treated like a piece of property here as well, but at least here he had some sense of familiarity considering he had spent much of the past year here when between owners.

 

Shifting the chains jingled signalling that he had moved and earning him a sharp look from the man who was showing him and ready to convince anyone who showed even the slightest interest in him that it wasn't a good buy and that he could show them better more obedient slaves. Sure enough the man started speaking naming off the very few things that were good about him, basically his appearance. Certainly his obedience wasn't going to sell him, but his appearance could, he wasn't bad looking, and for his age his body was rather well defined but not overly so. It was just on the right side of what many looked for in a male slave, it just came down to the fact that he didn't have any other good qualities going for him.

 

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[Guest Eornostlice]

 

Egon Guilbert Dahl

 

A 26 year old man with a fairly sturdy build, chiffon-beige wavy hair that falls over his ears and hazel eyes that seem to compliment his slightly tanned skin. He would be what others would name handsome, more often than not choosing to wear contacts instead of glasses.

 

Egon enjoys girls but is more than open minded for a change due to the plain boredoom he felt over the past years. He is someone that is known for both his gentle side and short temper. Not willing to submit to anyone and making everyone else submit - that could be considered his life ideology. He enjoys the finer things in life such as good food, wine, music or purely sex, considering them rewards life has to offer for one's hard work. He is not unreasonable nor does he mistreat his obedient slaves, taking care of their needs in return for their loyalty. Disobedience however has to be properly punished, destroyed starting from its very roots. He is the type that is driven solely by his own ambition, finding himself unable to give up on anything he desires, pursuing his goals until he reaches them. There is no room for "ifs" nor "maybes".

 

His background is not one of great importance, having made a name for himself instead in the world of lawyers, his speciality being the conflicts that often arise between the high of the society known as masters due to their overly treasured human toys.

 

The only family he still has are his two siblings, both older than himself: a sister he is not on good terms with because of their too similar personalities, which end up clashing most of the time and a brother that never concerned himself with blood ties, deeming them unimportant in comparison to his inherited bussiness. Egon dislikes both, partially sharing his brother's opinion.

 

The man lives alone in his two story mansion, having built a separate place of housing for his slaves. He only allows them to come directly in contact with him upon being called, wether is it for bussiness or pleasure, the only other coincidal meeting possible being when they fullfill their daily duties such as chores and cooking.

 

Egon's slaves number 6, three of which females. The three males' duties follow a circular pattern: two of them are used as guards while the third plays the role of a butler. All three males have been already castrated when they were put up for sale.

 

 

It all was the same. That was the only thought that crossed Egon's mind as his gaze met each and every slave, making him further lose interest. Good looks were not rare for a slave. That was not what he was looking for this time at least. He was starting to grow impatient, only muttering "next" everytime he was shown another dead-eyed slave.

 

Males, Females, young, mature... they were all the same. Simply unable to allievate the boredoom that began to settle in especially over the past months. The monotonous lifestyle was affecting his mood. Everything was going well for him, he had everything he needed but the man just seemed stuck in some sort of routine. He hated those kind of feelings the most. That is exactly how he ended up here, looking to purchase a new toy.

 

Egon knew what he was looking for: despite always prefering females, this time he changed his mind and included males into his desired category, hoping for a better chance of finding the kind of toy he desired. He was tired of dead-eyed obedient slaves.

 

What he was looking for was change. A challenge. Someone intriguing.

 

"Next." He spoke yet again, not giving the chained voluptuous woman even a second glance as he was lead to the next room. By now he was prepared for disappointment, expecting to leave the place just as he entered it, empty-handed. Well of course, he was half-expecting it from the very start. Before being put up for sale, slaves are "trained" into absolute obedience.

 

As he stepped again into the room he had been led to, the man's hazel eyes finally brightened up. He was not even listening to the seller's speech, his gaze locked with the boy's. A smirk grew onto his lips, a wicked smirk that was brimming with satisfaction.

 

"I am taking this one. Bring me the papers." He cut the seller short, not even thinking twice. He did not let them even start on how untrained this particular slave was, repeating himself. "I am taking him."

 

He did not need more explanations on how the boy was anything but obedient or how he did not know his place, he already knew. It was the look of disgust that the boy had in his eyes and the air of defiance he had about him that gave it away. The young male seemed to be exactly what was looking for. Perhaps even more than he hoped for. His attitude was combined with his good looks. Truly two birds with one stone if one were to say.

 

Egon let the staff unchain him as he signed the papers, the earlier gloom being replaced by pure excitement. He swiped his card without any sort of reluctance, compared to the other 6 times he had done a similar thing, his smirk only getting worse. His purchase was his now, only having to wait for a short while for the staff to bring him out so the man could take him home.

[Sathenus]

The look that crossed the man's face when their eyes met made his skin crawl, Damion absolutely hated the way some looked at him and now was no different. Instantly his gaze hardened, he was going to have to make it quite clear that whatever he thought he was getting from buying him he had no idea. The fact that his new owner had insisted before his seller even had a chance to object just made him wonder what exactly he had come here searching for to begin with, whatever it was, he highly doubted it was what he was actually getting now. There was no resistance from him when he was pulled off of the bed and his current chains removed as he was prepared to be handed over, the only reason for him not resisting was because it meant he was getting out of here.

 

That was always something he looked forward to, being confined to a small room tended to make him more than a little claustrophobic. Tight spaces was never something he could accept and now was no different, the heavy collar around his neck remained and so did the chain attached to it, the cuffs around his wrists were clipped together behind his back and as he glanced over his shoulder to the man who was preparing him to be handed over he gave him a look stating quite plainly he was waiting for him to screw up.

 

It was long before he was lead out and towards the older man, he wasn't to happy about this, the fact that he was so easily handed over to anyone who could pay the price. Property, that was what it came down to, he was nothing more than property something to be sold and bought, to be ordered around and listen to those orders without hesitation. That wasn't who he was though, he was still very much a free spirit and though many of the prospective buyers didn't like that about him there was something in the look he was receiving from his new owner that told him this man didn't feel the same way about him as those before him.

 

Instantly his mind started to try to figure out what exactly it was this man saw in him that made him even want to buy him, surely it wasn't his looks he highly doubted that was enough. Considering many prospective buyers before him had rather easily passed him up, deep down it made him nervous, but there was another part of him that made him more than a little curious about what this meant for him. It wasn't that he was worried, in fact he was the exact opposite, he just found this as another opportunity to try to get his freedom, wait for the right moment when he was left alone and test whatever security the place happened to have.

 

He grumbled when the chain attached to his collar was handed over to the other man, giving them a dirty both a dirty look. Damion's mind was racing trying to figure out the best ways for him to escape once he was out of here, he was sure it would be easier to do so, then again he had no idea about the place he was being taken to either. That just brought up a whole bunch of unknowns, he had no idea what could be waiting for him when they arrived there, brown eyes locking on the hazel ones that for one reason or another seemed rather excited, so did the rest of the man. That made him raise an eyebrow silently questioning him, not like he really expected to get an answer to his silent question, if anything he was probably just going to be ignored.

 

Not like he wasn't used to it, it just irritated him to think of how easy it was for people to ignore him. "Do you mind?" he finally asked frustrated by the way he was being looked at, the interest unsettled him, more so than it probably should have.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The man did not shy away from visual contact, curiosity tugging at his patience. He was intrigued. He felt the need to know exactly how much could the new toy handle before breaking and what kind of reactions would he show in the process. As the boy finally snapped, Egon muffled a chuckle. He was rather pleased with the young man.

 

"No I do not." He finally replied in a calm manner, holding a smile but his was face nothing other than sinister. He loved a challenge. And soon he would wipe that look from the boy's eyes.

 

Placing the papers he had aquired upon making his purchase on the table - papers that contained the name, age and medical history of the boy along with the names of his previous masters - he pulled out of his pocket another bonus item he has personally requested. The item was nothing but a thick black piece of fabric, long and wide enough to be used as a blindfold. His attitude made it obvious that the fabric had been pulled out in warning, not to be used immediately but foreshadowing what was to happen to him as soon as they stepped out of the building.

 

He understood the boy's way of thinking. No one that has fully accepted their fate as a slave would still have anything to say against their owner. No that was not right. They simply would not have the guts to say anything. He most likely still held onto the illusion of a possible escape and the man was going to even destroy that tiny bit of hope, one step at a time.

 

"You now belong to me. Do you truly understand that concept?" The man violently pulled on the chain he had been given, his smile fading and cruelty replacing the warmth in his eyes. "Your very life is in my hands. Do you think anyone here would come to your rescue if I decided you had to die?"

 

He was not even looking for an answer. with the same hand he had the blindfold in he grabbed the papers again, with the other choosing to pull on the chain, dragging the boy outside towards the car as if he were nothing but a dead body.

 

Egon opened the door to the backseats then stopped yet again. "Would you rather be shoved inside or climb inside by yourself?"

[Sathenus]

Eyes narrowing when the black fabric was pulled out, an obvious threat and Damion had no problem meeting it. "No." he growled in response, he did not truly understand the concept of belonging to anyone, he was not property and refused to accept that he was. The rather vicious tug on the chain succeeded only in pulling him closer and irritating him even more, gritting his teeth he managed to keep back what he so desperately wished to say. 'There will be plenty of time to test just how much I can get away with later.' he thought to himself as he tried rather hard to keep his mouth shut but it was harder than it honestly should have been.

 

Of course Damion didn't doubt that if he decided to kill him right here that no one would come to his aide, no one here would come to the aide of any slave that was just how things worked. Being dragged by the chain out of the building didn't improve his mood anymore either, and he tried hard to protest despite the fact that it wasn't quite going the way he wanted at the very least he was not going to just take it. Eyes moving to the backseat when the door was opened and he was given two options, he didn't even have to think about it before his mouth opened and the word just slipped out, "Neither."

 

There was no way he was going to willingly get in the car with him, and at the same time he didn't want him to touch him not to mention shove him into the backseat. The fact that he had even asked it seemed stupid in himself, did he really think that there was any chance he was actually going to willingly get into the car and go with him? If so he had to be dreaming, he may not really be in any position to object but that didn't mean he wasn't going to make this harder than it needed to be regardless of how it ended for him in the end. As long as he put up some resistance then he would at least feel like he did something instead of being some mind broken obedient slave like the others in the building behind them.

 

"Why not do us both a favor and just remove these restraints." he said tone making it quite clear he was not pleased with his current situation. Of course he was well aware that his request would either be ignored or he would be laughed at, either way he was sure he wouldn't be happy with the result but that didn't mean he was going to like it. Standing there he shifted his weight resting most of it on his right leg as he looked up at the older man, he didn't care who he thought he was or that he thought he owned him.

 

At the very least he was going to do everything he could to make this harder on his new owner, he didn't appreciate the look in his eyes or the way he seemed to think his life was so easily disposable. "You could just kill me now, spare us both the trouble." he added his voice was serious and the look in his eyes stated quite clearly that he would probably prefer that if he was going to deny releasing him. At least then he wouldn't belong to anyone, he was already aware of the fact that he was probably nothing more than a new toy. Something that would be enjoyed for awhile until boredom set in, then he would probably be returned just for this vicious cycle to start all over again.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The man chose to say nothing, allowing the boy to finish his rebelious act. He was not showing any sort of change in his facial expression as he listened, his eyes unreadible. Egon just sood there, seemingly not even blinking. Even when his new purchase ended his speech, the older man did not have an immediate reaction.

 

"Are you done yet?" He asked coldly, as if he had just been forced to listen to nonsense that did not concern him in any way, tossing the papers inside the car. He remained completely unimpressed. "I see that you have chosen to be shoved in."

 

The man grabbed him by the back of his collar in the same way one would grab a kitten, deeming it helpless, being fully aware that his action would make it slightly difficult for the boy to breath before tossing him face down onto the backseat, his legs mostly still hanging outside the door. And yet he was far from being done.

 

Egon climbed onto the backseat himself, letting out a tired sigh as he sat comfortably on top of the boy, not allowing him to move much. He slipped the blindfold around his slave's head and tied it tightly at the back. Perhaps a bit too tight but he would not care.

 

"When I give you options, they are given just so you can make it easier for yourself, not because they are optional." He climbed out of the car just as easily as he got in.

 

"Roll over to one side and push your knees to your stomach. It's a warning. I do not mind it if you lack a limb or two, but I'd like seeing you trying to escape with no legs." His voice was getting colder and colder. Egon leaned in a little, tracing the back of the boy's thighs with his finger in a straight line. "Probably cut from around here so you'd fit properly." The man added some pressure as once again swiped his finger in the opposite direction, as if his finger was some soft of cutting tool. "I'd actually have plenty of ideas on what to do with you if you were to be unable to walk."

[Sathenus]

A gasp escaped Damion when the back of his collar was grabbed, uncomfortably pulling the front against his throat and making it harder for him to pull in a breath, being shoved into the backseat on his stomach did nothing to improve his impression of his new owner if anything it just succeeded in pissing him off even more. About to protest his words were cut off on his throat when he felt a heave body settle above him, “Get off!” he growled struggled slightly as he managed to take in a rather sharp breath despite it being a little painful to do so.

 

He tried to struggle and get away but the weight on top of him made it hard to even move an inch, something he was sure was done on purpose as the blindfold was slipped rather easily over his head. It was tied to tightly but he couldn’t really object or get that out as he took in a sharp breath, finally he felt the weight remove itself allowing him to take in a few gasping breaths of air. Lungs stinging slightly from the lack of having received what was such a necessity in what he was sure had been just a few minutes but felt like it had been an eternity.

 

A soft rumble escaped him when he received his next order, telling him to roll to one side and pull his knees up to his stomach, he had no interest in doing that at least until he heard the threat that came with it. Damion had even less interest in losing a limb than he did in obeying the order, feeling the fingers run along the back of his thigh. Being blindfold made it so he was even more aware of what those fingers were doing and where they were, he knew he had a choice to make and the idea of losing any limb or the ideas that his apparent owner had as to what he could do with him if he couldn’t walk did not sound remotely appealing.

 

Frustrate he shifted managing to do as he had been told but grumbling the whole time under his brother, just because he couldn’t see now did not mean he was any less aware of what was happening around him. If anything it just meant that he was even more aware of how things were, he was more aware of the sounds around him, his sense of smell suddenly sharper, and so was his sense of touch. One reason why he had no problem pulling away from the fingers that had been on his thigh and somehow managed to get his legs not only in the car but pulled up to his chest despite now being in a rather uncomfortable position.

 

Instantly his mind started to race, being blindfolded might make escaping a little more difficult but not impossible, and he was still aware of his surroundings enough to know when he was inside or outside. Despite the order he shifted trying to situate his body into a more comfortable position but seeming to fail miserably no matter how much he tried, this just made him sigh in frustration. Turning his head, he listened intently, sure if he listened closely enough he could hear something that would be familiar to him, it wasn’t unusual for him to end up blindfolded once outside of the building. His owners all seemed to think if he couldn’t see where he was being taken that escape would be harder, that wasn’t necessarily the case considering Damion didn’t care what surrounded him, if he wanted out bad enough he would take his chances with anything that could be hiding out there for him.

 

His body relaxed enough to show that he was aware of the fact that until he was out of this car he wasn’t really able to make a move, but it was in no way an act of submission. That word wasn’t even a part of his vocabulary and despite the fact that many previous masters have tried to teach him the meaning of it he just couldn’t seem to grasp the concept, it was just something he refused to accept or understand and anyone who did accept it and act with it sickened him. He found it a cowards move to do as they were told without question, only the weakest minds would so easily accept slavery and allow it to become who they were, he was not such a slave.

 

Though his defiance was not something that was wanted in slaves it just encouraged him more, he had figured if no one wanted him then he would either receive his freedom or they would kill him, either way he wouldn’t be a slave anymore and that was what mattered to him. As his mind raced over what he could do once out of the car to try to get away he tugged against the cuffs around his wrists testing his bindings despite already being well aware of the fact that they were sturdy, sure enough all it succeeded in doing was making the clips holding his wrists together jingle to show that he had even tugged against them. Huffing unhappily, he had to give in for now, the moment his feet hit solid none moving ground though things would be different.

[Guest Eornostlice]

"Hmmm~" Egon mumbled amused, slaming the door shut, getting into the driver sear and blocking the doors- a measure initially meant for families with little children that unexpectedly proved to be very useful even in this sort of situation. It was not because he was afraid the boy would try to escape. It was a simple safety measure. The man has never been cruel without a reason, and he felt he had no need to expose him to danger, especially after being more or less obedient.

 

He started the engine, turning on the heather a little bit, mostly because the young man on the backseat wore something he considered a bit too thin. The weather was rather gloomy, looking like it would sooner or later rain.

 

But Egon did not lower his guard in the slightest. The warmth was a reward. But that didn't mean he was naive enough to believe the boy was willing to obey or that he would not think about escaping. The man turned the radio on and the volume up, completely drowning any noise that might have come from outside.

 

He did not speak any longer, just focused on the road as he headed back home. The ride was 30 minutes long, not by following the main road but quiet smaller ones. The mansion he called home was a tro story building, the gardens being large enough you could easily get lost into for days on end without finding the right way nlback due to the countless maze-like alleys that crossed the green space.

 

Egon finally turned the music off as he spotted the big fence at the border of his property along with the open gate and the two guards at the enteance. He stopped the engine in front of the house instead of parking the car in the garage, unlocking the doors.

 

"We are here. Unless you plan on staying inside the car and dying of hunger i suggest you allow me to undo your blindfold and handcuffs then get out and follow me."

[Sathenus]

The ride left him with his thoughts, the music seemed to be more of a way to make it impossible for him to hear anything but what was being played. Though Damion was thankful for the heater being on, it had been a bit on the chilly side outside but he highly doubted his health really mattered when it came down to it, if no one had cared yet then he highly doubted that would different now. Shifting on the seat he tried to get into a position that removed some of the strain from his restrained arms, of course he was uncomfortable but no one cared and honestly he kind of didn't either. The discomfort just put him in a worse mood which he figured in the end would kind of work to his advantage, he wasn't even sure how long the ride was before the music was turned off and he heard the older man speak.

 

Huffing he considered briefly whether he would rather starve to death right where he was or for the moment at least allow the blindfold and cuffs to be removed so that he could at the very least get out of this car. Then he could think about his escape as he was removed from the car, the best way to start planning after all is once he got to see his surroundings. For awhile he was silent not answering as he debated what he was going to do when finally he spoke, "Fine." his tone made it clear that though he may be allowing them to be removed it didn't mean he was going to behave himself, he just didn't want to be stuck in the car anymore.

 

Squirming a little he tried once more to position himself better, at the very least get into a better position that means he could be removed from the car easier. As if the other man really cared if it was easy to remove him from the car or not, he would be the one paying for it in the end not his owner. "You could have spared the trouble of having to remove them now if you had just not blindfolded me to begin with and had removed the cuffs before shoving me into the car." he added after a moment realizing that like this he really had no chance of getting into a better position because he honestly wasn't even sure what side he was the closest to or even whether he was going to be pulled backwards out of the car or forward.

 

Either way he was sure this was not going to be a fun experience, not like anything that had happened to him in the past few years have been fun but being removed from whatever vehicle he had been transported to his new home in usually fell high on the list of things he never enjoyed. That was saying a lot considering the punishments he endured for his poor behavior and blatant disregard for the rules and disrespect for his owners.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The older man just smiled the other's attitude, not even surprised at his big mouth full of complaints. He felt curious as to how long he'd be able to maintain it and he definitely had the time to spare. Egon was going to slowly enjoy his time training the boy, that was something he decided on before he even strolled into the slave market and that decision was not about to change now.

 

He opened the door his head was close to, slipping his hands under the boy's arms and gently pulling him outside, careful not accidentally to hit his head as the boy was basically lifted up like a toddler before being gently put back down with his own feet on the ground. The removal was not as difficult as he expected, perhaps only a little bit uncomfortable but nothing painful. The man could have used plenty of brutal ways to do it but he choose not to, his mood being unexpectedly good.

 

"I COULD have unlocked the handcuffs right from the start if a certain someone was not too eager to assert their dominance. And I MIGHT have not blindfolded you if not for that attitude you like to show. Listen up. Misbehaving comes with punishments. I can and will be much more cruel than this. Behaving nicely even if you hate it comes with rewards. Wether you like it or not, that is how you will live from now on."

 

Egon finally undid the handcuffs before removing the blindfold as well. They were now standing in front of a large two story mansion painted white, mansion that could easily fit perhaps over one hundred people wih half of the house to spare. The surroundings were green, different flowers making it look like a scenery out of a fantasy book. The small alleys were turning and winding behing the house, leading further into the garden.

 

"This is the place you have no choice but to stay in. If you feel like running away now follow the main path that leads in that direction. Sadly this place has a very tall fence at the borders that unless you can fly, you cannot jump over and the only gate has two gorillas twice your size that are ready to tackle you and bring you back to me so I would have to punish you and you would get no food for the day. Or you can follow me inside and eat before you pass out and die in some bush."

 

The man ended up sighing. He felt as if he just talked more over the past hour than he did over the past month.

[Sathenus]

Damion snorted at the words, "I don't need or want any damn rewards. I can't be bribed into doing what you want." he replied not even hiding his annoyance, he didn't care what got him what. He hated how people seemed to think if they somehow rewarded him he would behave, he wasn't that shallow to where he would so easily give in just because he wanted a reward, and he didn't care if his defiance got him punished either. They could try to break him all they wanted, he wasn't and would always be a free spirit, he wasn't cut out to be a slave and he couldn't for the life of him figure out why no one seemed to realize that. Even as a child he had been more than a little difficult, and hadn't taken orders well, not even from his parents, so what made anyone think that would change now especially when he was being held against his own will?

 

The moment the cuffs were removed followed by the blindfold he instantly stretched the muscles in his arms trying to get rid of the painful ache that had settled into them from being restrained behind his back. It was ridiculous in his opinion that they felt the need to do that every time they handed him over to a new owner, though he did have to admit this was the soonest they had ever been removed and he appreciated it even if he would never admit it. Eyes instantly scanned over the layout of the place before him, before he glanced over his shoulder to take in what was behind him, mind racing trying to figure out an escape plan. He ignored the comment about the two men guarding the gate and how they would just bring him back resulting in not being fed for a day, 'Yeah because being starved for a day is so something I'm not used to.' he thought sarcastically.

 

It wasn't like it would be the first or last time that had happened to him, and he was sure if necessary he could hold out for a few days without eating if necessary not like he would ever willingly do so, but he still had to decide what he was going to do. Whether he wanted to take his chances with the bush just to be stubborn, or if he was going to follow the other inside and get something to eat. Eyeing the man for a moment he weighed his options, 'I could always eat first then work on my escape, at least then I would have a full stomach.' Now that he thought about it that seemed like a really good idea, at least then he could last longer if he did manage to escape and it had been awhile since he was fed anything remotely decent, then again that didn't mean whatever he was given would end up being decent either.

 

After a moment he decided there was still something he wasn't happy with, "How about we discuss you removing this collar, after all I'm not a dog. Then we can worry about whether or not I'm going to follow you inside like an obedient slave or if I am going to go take my chances with a bush." Okay, he knew getting the collar removed was a long shot, but he was going to at the very least give it a shot, the worse that could happen is it's not removed, in which case nothing would honestly change except he would probably grumble quite a bit. He didn't see the point in him needing to wear one, he wasn't a dog after all, but for as long as he could remember since is slavery started he had always worn some type of collar.

 

Damion was also aware of the fact that he was really just being difficult at this point and for once in his life he could just listen and go inside and eat with no problems and start demanding things in the morning regardless of whether or not it would help him in any way. That just wasn't who he was, if he was going to say something he was going to say it in the moment and not wait, his brown eyes were locked on the older man arms crossing over his chest in a rather defiant manner.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Egon just shook his head, a small smile on his face. He was trying not to get annoyed even though he was very close to doing something similar to what he had done previously when the boy stubbornly refused to get inside the car, even tho the given options were clearly not supposed to be cruel.

 

"I was planning to remove it once inside. But I do not feel like giving your big mouth satisfaction afterall."

 

The man just turned his back to the boy, walking towards the mansion's entramce his pace undisturbed. He only stopped after unlocking the door, his hand resting on the door knob. He had absolute confidence in his two guards. For once, they were armed. Something he would not reveal just yet. Wether the boy chose to have him play cruel games or not was something he would interfere with.

 

"So are you going to eat or stay without meals today?" He spoke again, his eyes staring almost right through the younger man.

[Sathenus]

Glaring at the man when he spoke Damion stopped a retort, he was frustrated but knew better than to get to mouthy so early on. He had to figure out what he was going to do, whether he was going to go inside and eat or if he was going to rather stubbornly stay where he was until he got what he wanted, chances were he either really would starve before he got what he wanted or this guy would lose patience with him before he starved and before he got what he wanted. Either way staying where he was and pretty much doing a hunger strike was not going to save him in the long run, grumbling he moved to follow the older man.

 

For a moment he was silent, but after a minute he spoke asking something that he was wondering and had been wondering since he was bought. "What exactly do you want me for? I'm not about to do any chores for you." Honestly Damion wasn't about to do anything for him much less chores, but he figured it seemed smart just to state that and imply the rest something he was sure the older man had to have figured out by now.

 

It was natural for any slave to wonder that, it just so happened that most waited to be told why they were bought and what their purpose was to be, Damion wasn't like most slaves though. He didn't care how much he annoyed, frustrated or angered his owners, he was going to state what was on his mind and do what he wanted, regardless of the consequences of his actions. Stopping beside him he looked up at the other, debating about how much he was going to push it today, he knew in the end he could just keep pushing until the other snapped he did have to know how far he could push things after all and what better way to learn then by pushing every button he possibly could.

 

Eyes scanning over the area around them scoping for ways out also took in the fact that with such a big house he had to have other slaves already, and considering it didn't seem like he had a family he was sure however many he had they were more than capable of taking care of the place. That just brought back the question of why him? What was his purpose here supposed to be? In the end it just made him uncomfortable to think about it, not because he wasn't used to being bought and told he would be doing menial tasks but because it was something unknown and Damion absolutely hated the unknown.

 

Not having any control over his life was something he absolutely hated, and it seemed with every new owner that sank in more and more. He would never be free as much as he fought and as much as he rebelled, even if he was the perfect little slave freedom was not in his future, that was just how this messed up world worked. Not even having realized he had lost himself in his own thoughts as he stood there hard and determined eyes locked on the ground at his feet as his mind raced over different aspects of his life that would just never change.

 

There were those people in the world that were against slavery, but they were a small portion compared to the majority who not only was for it, but did everything they could to encourage it. It was so easy to sell someone into slavery and just be done with them, and that just meant that the slave market was flourishing, with new slaves meant more money. It wasn't even uncommon for people to import slaves from other countries, something that still disgusted Damion in the end not like anything he said would ever make a difference.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The man could understand his new slave better and better. The boy was stubborn and longed for freedoom - something he would not see again in this life but hopefully could enjoy in his next one - but not yet exactly stupid. He wanted what was best for himself but his wish for control toyed with his owner's patience big time, as much as he disliked to admit it. Egon realized that it was best to keep calm, his anger simply being fuel for the boy's big mouth otherwise. If it was a game in which the younger man tried to fight for dominance, so be it. It would just mean he had to shut tight any possible door of hope that the boy thought he had.

 

The older man chose not to answer his question immediately. He opened the door, stepping inside, still leaving the decision as to wether he wanted to have a meal ot not up to the boy to decide. Even that was part of his plan of forcing him into submission. He would let him make his decisions as he wished and would not interfere unless the said decision ended up being stupid enough to require punishments.

 

Even the inside of the house was like a maze. The walls of the hallway were painted a pale cream, the walls decorated with beautiful paintings and vintage lamps that were however not lit, the main source of light being the more modern light bulbs on the ceiling. The hallway was fairly large, continuing to both the left and the right side, the room straight ahead being the needlessly large guestroom. He walked to the left leisurely, not bothering to lock the door himself.

 

"The dining room is this way. I do not want you to get food all over the carpets so refrain from making a mess if you do not wish to do chores. The three maids do not need any extra work, this place being already fairly difficult to be taken care of."

 

Egon continued to ignore the earlier question right until he pushed the dining room's door open, stopping to lean onto the frame. Only then did he think it was a good time to adress the issues. "Your future role will depend on how badly you manage to piss me off mostly." That was all he had to say.

 

Unlike the rest of the house, the dining room was not empty. Three shillouettes stood respectfully by the window without saying a word the entire time. As he considered his talk with the boy finished, the master shifted his gaze towards the three females that did not even try to speak out of turn. Each and every one of them were beatiful despite not using makeup products, their black dresses and white aprons making their role quite clear. They were different in appearance, two being foreigners that have been sold into slavery abroad but all three had the same kind of air around them.

 

"Master Guilbert. The food has been pepared as requested. May we bring it out?" The middle one spoke suddenly. She was the tallest of three, her long black hair framing a delicate face and falling over her small shoulders. Her fairly dark skin along with her deep pitch black eyes betrayed her foreign origin.

 

The other two did not lose to her. To the right was the shortest of three, a girl with fiery red hair that was kept in a ponytail and a petite frame. Her skin was rosy, her eyes of an enticing green. To the left stood the second foreigner. Her beautiful long hair was cut short, not even reaching her shoulders, her eyes of a doll-like bright blue. Her skin was pale, only a bit of pink that was sign of a healthy complexion appearing on her face.

 

"Yes. Bring it out. Afterwards you are free for the day. The dishes will be done tomorrow. On your way out, tell Andreas to park the car." The master issued his orders effortlessly, having done it a thousand times before. "The introductions shall take place tomorrow."

 

"Yes Master." All three replied instantaneously, bowing their heads as a sign of respect then rushed towards the neighbouring room which happened to be the kitchen.

 

Egon's eyes were finally back on the boy. "You will properly meet them tomorrow. For now you need to eat and afterwards to change into proper clothes. Unless you enjoy wearing rags of course."

[Sathenus]

Not unaware of the fact that he was currently being ignored just made Damion even more frustrated with what seemed to be happening to him, as if he really needed another person in his life who thought that ignoring any sort of question from him was a good idea. That had to be one thing that grated on his nerves even more, being ignored, not because he wanted constant attention but because the questions he asked normally called for a real answer one that meant something to him, this particular question in a way meant everything to him. Knowing what was being planned for him would allow him to figure out how long he had to escape or try to get sent back to the agency and sold again.

 

Noticing as the other stepped in that he appeared to be getting another chance to refuse to come in and eat but he didn't fight it, instead he just stepped in after him and scanned the area before him. Already he could see himself easily getting lost, he would need time to figure out the layout of the building, especially if there was any hope of him getting out of here. "Yes because I so live to go around and make a mess so other people have to pick up after me." he replied his tone stating clearly that he wasn't happy with the idea of maids only because he knew these so called maids were actually slaves and just because he had the courage to completely refuse to accept his position as one most didn't.

 

Finally he received an answer to his question but it didn't solve anything, in fact it just made him frustrated, what kind of answer was that? Glaring at him and about to demand a real answer he saw him stop and his eyes moved to three figures that stood before them, quickly taking in their appearances and rather submissive attitude. "Disgusting." he muttered shaking his head, he absolutely hated that anyone could act in such a manner to another human, they had rights or at the very least should even if the world they lived in seemed to think otherwise.

 

That was his own opinion though, he knew just about no one agreed with him, but he would continue to fight for the rights that they seemed to think he no longer had after being sold into slavery to begin with. He had been free for most of his childhood, having had that taste of freedom for most of his young life he was not about to give it up so easily, he would fight for what he wanted. Being drawn from his thoughts as the middle girl finally spoke he snorted at the words Master, but otherwise made no comment as he waited to see just how things were going to go.

 

Of course it went like most things involving any slave and before he knew it the three were heading off into another room before his eyes moved back to the older man, they were hard and the orders had annoyed him despite not even being directed at him. 'How sickening, that they just so easily obey an order.' his mind stated quite clearly. Then he was being addressed again and he looked up meeting the other's gaze defiantly, "Because I so enjoy any part of this right?" he replied with an eye roll.

 

There was no part of what he was wearing that he enjoyed, but he highly doubted he would enjoy anything give by this man either, as he crossed his arms over his chest and scanned the room before him, then glanced over his shoulder to take a look in the direction they had come from. By the sheer size of this place it was going to take him awhile to figure out how to get around. He knew it was vital to any chance of freedom though if he learned it and so well that he knew it like the back of his hand, 'That could take awhile.'

 

Taking in a breath he let it out in a huff, something that almost seemed natural at this point considering he was sure he was going to do it a lot here and it was something he did quite often with his previous owners as well. He absolutely refused to address them as master, in fact half the time he refused to address them at all. That normally ended in him being ignored at the very least which only fueled him in the end.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Egon did not tire himself by trying to listen to the young man nor even bothering to come up with a reply to his grumbles, making his way to the long table and sitting down in one of the elegant padded chairs. The chairs looked needlesly fancy, with a color scheme of white and wood brown in order to fit with the table, giving the room a rather elegant feel. "Will you eat standing up?" His voice was calm, but he did not look at the slave as he spoke.

 

The three came back, each holding three plates and the necessary tableware in their hands except for the blonde woman, who was in turn holding a big plate with plenty of small grilled cheese sandwiches on it, and two small baskets: one with fruits and one with bread in the other hand. As the plates were put down, the contents were also revealed. Two of the plates contained tomato soup, meant to be used for dipping the sandwiches into, two had fried rice with egg with chicken and a sauce that was an adapted variant of the greek tzatziki while the last two held each a medium sized homemade vanilla pudding with chocolate.

 

"Thank you. You may go now." The master nodded his head towards the three girls, a small smile on his lips, sign that he was pleased with them. Unexpectedly the females ended up smiling as well, bowing their heads a little again then exiting without a word.

 

"Just eat. Starving you with no use... I do not really have such interesting hobby. Nor am I interested in testing poison on individuals that cost me a big sum of money."

 

As Egon shifted in his chair he unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. The man did not hesistate to pick up a sandwich and dip it before biting, taking the pleasure in the simple flavor he was tasting. He was not the kind that would only find delight in complicated somptious dishes which required expensive ingredients, instead he was one to enjoy all the little pleasures life was willing to offer, no price put on them.

[Sathenus]

At first Damion remained where he was, watching the older man move over to a seat and settle in it, even the question of whether he was going to eat standing up didn't get him to budge and it wasn't long before the three girls returned carrying plates and silverware. He watched as they were set down being placed before the man and an empty spot that he figured he was supposed to occupy at some point, whether that was now or after they left. He watched as they were dismissed and noticed the small smile, what caught him off guard was that the smile was returned by all three girls before they bowed and left. He watched them go maybe a little to interested in them but not in the way that most would think a young guy like him would be.

 

Once they were gone his eyes returned to his supposed owner and watched him as he spoke telling him to just eat, that he didn't have a hobby in starving him or want to test poison on him since he cost him a lot of money. That didn't make him feel any better, and he was half tempted to tell him that he could have just not bought him then but remained silent as he moved hesitantly towards the empty seat. Once there he watched the older man as he grabbed one of the grilled cheese and dipped it into his soup before taking a bite, waiting for a moment as he watched him but obviously if he was going to eat it then it must be safe for him to do so as well. He figured he can start worrying about the safety of his food if his attitude remained this way when he noticed that they were no longer eating the same thing.

 

Slipping into the seat he sat there silently for a moment arms once more crossing over his chest as his eyes scanned over the plates before him, he honestly wasn't really sure what to make of it. There was a part of him that wanted to say this had to be some sort of test, another part of him that said he didn't need to worry about it. He had no idea which one was the right one to listen to, but for one reason or another felt like he should still be cautious despite the older man's previous words. At this point he was sure he was just being overly stubborn as he sat there looking it all over, there was really no reason for it, or at least that was what he decided to tell himself. After all he had already been told he had no interest in poisoning someone he spent a large sum of money on, that just made him wonder if he did so on people that he didn't spend a lot of money on.

 

Deciding that wasn't a question he really cared to ask he busied himself with hesitantly eating instead figuring he wasn't going to stand a chance getting out of here unless he kept himself up and going one of the easiest ways to do so was to eat when he was given the opportunity. Of course being what he was an all his stomach could only handle so much and it wasn't even long before he was leaning back in his seat watching the other with cold eyes and yet observing him, trying to figure out just what being here meant for him.

 

"You said my future role depends on how badly I piss you off. Exactly what would happen then if I manage to do so?" Damion asked his voice just as cold as his gaze, but this was important to him. This would let him know just how far he could push him, if he didn't mind what was going to become of him if he pissed this guy off to badly then he knew he would have no limits to his disobedience, but if he did mind then he knew he would have to be hesitant, pushing so far before drawing back and giving him time to calm down before going at it once more. He had learned from previous owners how to push without pushing to far, and if for one reason or another this guy refused to tell him then he would just push as hard as he could to see what exactly would happen before deciding if it was worth it or not.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The older man could see the the boy's uneasiness as he kept moving his body but continued his meal. The fried rice was delicious just like always, the flavors balancing each other. He could tell the girls have worked for this, just like they seemed to aways do. He was pleased with them, as he was with the other three. Too bad this kind of leisure life ended up becoming a reason for his pure boredom instead of bringing him peace and the gloominess he kept feeling seemed not to go away but actually to become worse and worse.

 

Egon snapped back to reality when the boy spoke, the way that he asked his question being rather irritating, just like the rest of his general attitude otherwise. But that was perhaps exactly what he needed. A way to chase that kind of tiring routine away.

 

"That is something you should just hope not to find out. Pray that you get a good role instead." The man decided against giving full details as it would be rather counterproductive, his words sounding like empty threats, just like a barking dog that would not dare to bite. He had already a pretty good idea on how to get rid of that attitude the boy had displayed so many times today afterall. It would be a shame if his plan went to waste right?

 

The man started on his desert, looking at the younger male intently. "No one will be able to cook you anything later if you do not eat properly now. Do you perhaps have some kind of hobby in getting yourself malnourished? I am asking just so I know what I am dealing with."

[Sathenus]

"My definition of a good role and yours are two completely different definitions." Damion replied not happy with the answer he had received, how was that supposed to let him know whether or not he wanted to behave more or whether he could just continue to push buttons. Figuring the only way was to find out he would just have to do whatever he could to make sure that he figured out what would happen if he managed to get the other pissed. 'Can't be to hard, especially in this place.' he thought glancing around the room he was sitting in, not even really paying attention to the older man at this point.

 

It wasn't until he heard him speak that he glanced back towards him hearing him say no one would be able to cook anything for him later only to go on and ask if he had a hobby in getting himself malnourished. "I wouldn't say it's a hobby, though whether or not I starve myself is more of my own business." he replied. He felt like it was his right after all, if he was going to be a slave then he felt like he had the right to chose how much food went into his body, the last thing he cared about was how that might affect his health. In fact, why should he care? It wasn't like he had a choice in what happened to him otherwise so he might as well be able to starve himself if he so wished.

 

Certainly he could have eaten more and better, but he was not going to do so. Stubbornly he remained leaning back against his seat arms crossed firmly over his chest and cold eyes locked on the older man. Despite the fact that he was aware of how ridiculous it was for him to starve himself and be this stubborn when he was literally being given a good meal that many others would have killed for. It just came down to the fact that he was to stubborn and despised what he was to much to care about anything else, until he was free and had real rights then he didn't care about anything else that happened in his life.

 

It came back down to the fact that he refused to accept this role for himself, there was absolutely no way he was going to accept being a slave it just wasn't something he could accept. As he sat there his mind went back to the three girls and how they acted, it sickened him to see humans behave in such a manner, he felt like they should have a choice themselves but knew when it came down to it they were just like every other slave. Obedient and more than willing to do what they were told, sometimes he wondered if he would think differently had he been born into slavery rather than raised a free child and sold into slavery.

 

Now wasn't really the time to dwell on that though, instead he had to start planning. 'Maybe I can piss him off enough to where he just gets rid of me. Surely he wouldn't want to take the chance of my attitude rubbing off on the others, though by the looks of them I could do anything and it still wouldn't rub off on them.' his thoughts were racing each other around in his mind, hard gaze now on the table before him though he wasn't really seeing it.

[Guest Eornostlice]

"Suit yourself." The older man said in the most uninterest voice he could manage, finishing off his own meal and putting the now empty plates on top of each other, making it easier for the girls to just pick them up and clean them the following day. He was aware the boy was unhappy with his general answers, but again that would not be something that he would be bothered to care about. If anything, he attributed the boy's unhappiness to his own foul choices, not something he would be responsible for.

 

Egon got himself up from the chair, unlike the other completely satisfied with the meal and walked himself to the windows, opening them only slightly, enough for fresh air to come in. The weather seemed to have turned for worse, looking like it was about to rain, the gray clouds hovering in the sky, making the day seem overall dark.

 

The man turned back towards the boy, walking back slowly towards the door. "If you refuse to eat any further, then let's go upstairs. I suppose you know how to wash yourself and I do not need to call someone to help." His was of speaking was rather indifferent and cold. "You cannot change before you bath afterall. I will also remove that collar. Chains are not something that fits with my plans."

 

Egon creaked the door open, but did not go outside. Instead he opened his mouth as if he had something to say then closed it again. He did not owe him any explanations, and furthemore he had ready been clear enough. No matter if the boy understood or didn't, he did not think it was something he should concern himself with.

[Sathenus]

Having already decided that he was done he still made no move towards anymore of the food, though he noticed that the other continued to eat until his own plates were empty. Watching him as he got up and opened the windows just a tad, instantly a spark ignited in his eyes, he didn't care what he had to do in order to get out of here, but it was not against him to try to sneak out windows or otherwise in order to escape, whatever it took after all. Drawn from his thoughts when he was told that if he wasn't going to eat anymore they should go and he should bathe, rolling his eyes at the comment of being sure he knew how to do that himself and didn't need to call someone.

 

"I am more than capable of bathing myself." he replied tone frustrated, he did get to his feet though and moved slightly towards the older man when he mentioned removing the collar. Instantly he perked up at the idea, if it was removed getting out of here might be even easier than he previously thought especially considering just what he ended up wearing after he cleaned up. 'Look enough like the public and if I do manage to get out of here no one would know any better... I may really stand a chance.' he thought to himself more than a little interested now and mind working in overdrive.

 

There was no way he wasn't going to at least try to escape, a few dozen times regardless of what might happen in the process. Not having a collar around his neck would make it at least a little easier, one less thing he would have to worry about if he succeeded in actually escaping. He knew he shouldn't get to excited now or even think that it would be easy to get out of here, but that didn't mean his hopes weren't slightly raised. 'It's a step in the right direction for me at least.' his mind stated not wanting to squash the sudden surge of hope that had swelled inside of him.

 

Noticing that the older man's mouth opened as if he was going to say something only to close again Damion almost questioned him, stating rather bluntly to just spit it out if he had something to say. Instead he reminded himself that he had other things to care about then what he refused to spit out, so he waited rather impatiently by the man's side for him to lead the way to wherever it was he wanted him to go now.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The master no longer spoke, only nodding his head once as he exited the room, the staircase spiraling towards the second floor to their left. Losing no time Egon climbed up on the white steps, more of a maze-like assortment of pale blue walls greeting them. The man effortlessly strode towards the bedroom, ignoring all the other doors, knowing the layout of the house by heart despite not being the one to design it but having lived in this place for so long.

 

He entered the main bedroom which was unsurprisingly incredibly large, perhaps as large as an entire decent-sized house without the walls inside but which unexpectedly had only one entrance from the hallway, the other two doors that could be found inside being more of exists than entrances. The door in front led to the balcony which doubled as a relaxation space, the left door leading to the bathroom. The design of the house seemed somewhat ridiculous: despite being elegant, the sheer size of the place was needlesly large.

 

The first move Egon did after closing the door behind them was perhaps something that the young man was looking forward to. He removed the collar altogether, the fairly heavy chains being left to fall on the ground with a metalic thud. He was not worried in the slightest about the boy trying to make his escape, the door having locked itself automatically once closed.

 

The older man opened one of closets found on the right wall, grabbing a fluffy green bathrobe along with a big similarly-colored towel and handed them to the boy, before heading to the left side door and opening it only for the sake of explaining, rather than entering himself.

 

The bathroom did not seem to lack anything, from the toilet to the tub and even the separate shower, the bathroom tiles a pleasant warm gray. The tub was made so it would perhaps two people comfortably, occupying an entire corner of the room. The windows were small and placed high up in the room, making it easy for the light or fresh out to enter but not easy for anyone in their right mind to attempt an exit. For now they were closed.

 

"The soap, shampoo and all that you might need are next to the tub. Put whatever you need to stip off in the empty landry basket. I will prepare the clothes for when you come out. You'd better be sparkling when you come out." His face was straight amd serious as he spoke, going back further into the bedroom as he finished, leaving the door to the bathroom open for the boy to close himself.

[Sathenus]

There was literally a weight lifted off of Damion once the collar and chains were removed, he felt at the very least ten pound lighter. Sure he had become used to carrying around the extra weight of it, mainly because it had never been removed since his enslavement, the first thing he did was rub at his neck appreciating that it was gone but not remotely showing his gratitude on his face. Taking the bathrobe and towel when it was handed to him he watched the man walk over to another door and opening it obviously signalling that was the bathroom and he expected him to go get washed up. There wasn't going to be any complaint from him of course, he was going to take advantage of the chance to enjoy bathing for once instead of feeling like he was being drowned.

 

It hadn't been uncommon for his past owners to feel like they had to wash him, and in doing so he felt more like they were trying to drown him. They could have killed him anyway they wished and no one would have cared, but drowning was beyond cruel and had just fueled his hatred for those who thought they owned him. The chance to actually wash up by himself and know that he wasn't going to get pushed under a bunch of water was something he had to admit he was also appreciating even if he wasn't going to express that. Moving over to the bathroom he slipped past his new owner and into the room noticing it was a rather large bathroom, then again the bedroom itself was ridiculously large.

 

Glancing towards the older man as he spoke he nodded, the only indication he had heard what was being said before closing the bathroom door and looking around himself. Instantly he noted the windows and how small they were, not to mention they were located in poor places for him to try to squeeze through at the same time he knew they were on the second floor and breaking a limb didn't really appeal to him. With a sigh he set the bathrobe and towel down stripping out of what he had been allowed to wear for the past few months before putting them in the hamper like previously instructed.

 

Glancing around the room he completely ignored the aspect of a bath, it didn't appeal to him and approached the shower instead, making sure he had the necessary shampoo and body wash. The only thing he would willingly obey was keeping himself cleaned up, mainly because he hated how dirty he was now but it had not been by his own choice. Stepping into the shower he turned it on not even caring that at first the spray was cool until it finally heated up and a sigh escaped muscles relaxing. He was always tense, mainly because of his attitude and the way he presented himself, but right now he could actively relax and it was nice.

 

Of course he was still very much aware of his surroundings as he washed up, shampooing his hair and rinsing out the suds making sure all the suds were gone before he moved to cleaning his body. By the time he finished his skin was definitely a shade or two lighter but it was a more appealing color than what it had been he had to admit as he turned the water off and looking himself over that he liked not seeing even a spot of dirt on his body. Wrapping the towel around his waist he looked around the bathroom once more before he set to work drying himself off, he wasn't in a hurry to rejoin the other man but he was kind of hoping the sooner he was done the sooner he could look around and start planning escape routes.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The door was finally closed without any more pointless conversation, making Egon let out another tired sigh, probably the third that day, but his lips curled up in an eerie smile. As the soft sound of running water could be heard he moved towards his own wardrobe, half kneeling on the ground as he unlocked the bottom drawer. The drawer required a key to be opened once closed, the system much like the bedroom door, result of his previous careful preparations.

 

He had gone to the slave market that day exactly since the little remodelling of his house was finished so it would be appropriate for welcoming someone whose attitude begged to be broken. The man's plans with the boy have always been rather simple: he was looking for someone hot-headed that could keep him entertained. Just like a dog, he'd train him into obedience little by little, teach them that they should never disobey and reward them when appropriate. As to what he would do with them after having been properly broken... he did not know. He could keep them or if they got too boring discard them- either way having done them a favor by making them accept their new lifestyle.

 

The drawer contained different objects: bracelets, chokers, earrings, foot braceletes, rings all placed neatly. He did not even hesistate to pull out a two-fingers wide black choker with a necklace attached and thew it on the bed before closing the drawer again. It was not designed to be easily removable, just like the usual slave collars, only being different in appearance and style. It was a refined custom-made piece. He next reached into the actual wardrobe, sermingly scanning the neatly folded clothes to the side.

 

In the end he decided upon a pair or cream-colored shorts and a white casual chemise, placing them on the bed as well. A pair of short socks were soon on top of the shirt as well.

 

Before shutting the wardrobe's door he changed his clothes himself, the previous outfit being placed on a chair with the purpose of being thrown into the laundry basket later. What he had chosen for himself was simple: a loose-neck plain black shirt and a dark green pair of pants.

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Once he was done drying his body he pulled the bathrobe on and instantly glanced back towards the bedroom door, in now way was he really looking forward to stepping back out there and seeing whatever it was that waited for him but he knew that he could only stall for so long. With a sigh he stepped out and instantly his eyes fell on what was sitting on the bed and he assumed that was what he was supposed to change into, for the most part, it was fine, but his eyes were caught by the collar he was expected to wear and he absolutely refused to do so.

 

"I'm not putting that on." he stated bluntly eyes moving from the black piece before going to the man not surprised to see he was still here, obviously having been waiting for him to finish bathing. That was one thing he absolutely refused to put on, having already had the slave collar he was used to wearing being removed there was absolutely no way whatsoever he was going to put on this substitute. Damion was beyond stubborn, but this was something he would never budge on, he was not going to willingly put it on, he didn't care if his owner wanted him to wear it unless the other man was going to put it on himself then it would not end up around his neck plain and simple.

 

He had thought the older man would have figure out as much considering the fact that he had earlier demanded the his previous collar be removed, what had made him remotely think he was going to willingly put on another one? Even if he as aware that it wasn't a normal slave collar he was aware of the fact that it was supposed to act like on, and that was enough to tell him clearly not to put it on. He didn't need to wear anything that showed he was owned by someone else, because he refused to accept that he was and didn't think it was relevant in the end.

 

That was really the only problem he had with what had been placed out before him, except maybe the colors of the rest of the clothes, it would only make the black that would be around his throat stand out even more which just made him even more determined not to put it on. He would wear the rest of the outfit there, regardless of the fact that he was not a fan of the color scheme before him but that was all he was going to do.