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A soft thud draws my attention toward Master despite me knowing it’s not smart to look at him right now. He's rifling through the drawer on the bedside table - the one that requires his thumbprint to open. He pulls a thick, heavy looking gun out. I swallow hard. I’ve seen plenty of guns before - my father was a cop, the guards for my time pre-auction kept them on their belts, and my old master and his men always had them nearby or concealed in a holster. But I haven’t noticed one on this man yet. For some reason, it bothers me now. Scares me more than any other gun has.
Should I apologize again? Did I just accidentally prove to Master that I’m useless and now Master is going to get rid of me? Should I have argued better when Master called me by my old name? Should I not have argued at all?
Will Master kill me in the bedroom, or somewhere else? I can't see the man wanting to make a mess in here. Maybe I will have time to fix this while we travel to wherever we're going?
Or maybe it's for the best that I let him end my misery?
"I have to go." I accidentally meet the man's eyes, startled by his words. "Like I said, my friend Nathan will be in to check on you. I'll be in at some point tonight to get some sleep. Don't wait up for me. Get some rest, alright? And remember the new rules I gave you. You’re meant to take care of yourself here. I’m trusting you to take care of yourself while I’m gone. Understood?”
I just nod, not trusting my voice.
Does this mean he isn't going to kill me?
I startle again when I feel his lips brush my forehead. I go perfectly still, not even allowing myself to breathe. Master's fingers run gently through my hair, the man's lips lingering on my skin for another moment before disappearing. What. The. Fuck?
"You're a good boy, little one." His fingers stroke the nape of my neck. "Master is very happy to have you. Don't worry about the rest. We’ll talk later. It’ll be alright. You’ll be alright. Okay?”
"Okay, Master," I whisper, the words so soft I worry the man might not even hear them.
It's not until Master has left the room, the sound of the lock echoing through the empty air around me, that I remember to breathe.
Chapter Ten
Jake
I’m so fucking done with this job.
I’m done with the filth. The despair. The whimpering victims. The grinning monsters. I’m done standing back and watching displays of evil. I’m done putting fires out left and fucking right while everyone keeps tossing matches behind my back. I’m done with having the fate of hundreds - fucking thousands, even - in my hands.
I’m done owning a human being who can’t feed or drink or piss without my permission.
And right this minute, as I stand staring at four men whom I have no fucking idea how they managed to get this high up on the food chain of one of the most powerful men in this region of the underground, I’m so fucking done with idiots.
“Someone needs to tell me right the fuck now how this happened.”
All four burst into excuses I actually don’t give two fucks about. I put up a hand - the hand conveniently holding my gun - and they fall silent. “Just fucking fix it.”
“Yes, sir!” they all chirp before hurrying off.
I pass a hand over my face, sighing heavily, then turn around to head to Travis’s office. I don’t make it far. There’s a slave kneeling a few feet away, his chin tucked to his chest. A single lock of blond hair is falling onto his forehead. Nolan. Or 3, if I was actually the kind of man who called humans by a number.
“Hello, little one.” I squat down in front of him, taking his chin in my hand and lifting it. “Eyes.”
He follows the command easily, his gaze meeting mine. The poor man looks exhausted. His cheek has some dried cum on it, and there’s a blue-purple bruise wrapped around his left temple and eyebrow. I fight a sigh, not wanting him to think I’m displeased with him. “Are you currently serving someone?”
“No, Master Benny. I’m available for you if you’d like.”
I definitely would not like.
“I’m quite busy at the moment. You know what I would like, though? I’d like you to go get some rest. If anyone asks, say it’s my orders, yes? You need to be rested for the party. You’ll be the star slave. You’re our best one after all, aren’t you?”
His cheeks flush. “I - I try very hard, Master.”
“I know you do.” I press a kiss to his forehead, knowing Nolan thrives on praise and affection. “Good boy. Go on, now. Go rest.”
I stand up and watch as he crawls along the floor toward the slave’s quarters, wincing when I see the angry red whip marks across his back. I wait until he’s safely tucked away from any men who might be wandering around at the moment looking for a slave to use before continuing to Travis's office. I make it maybe ten feet before a new problem arises, steering me off track yet again.
I’m so fucking done with this job.
