A Solemn Slave
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ℓσcαтισи: Van ---- > Receiving Area
cσмραиץ: No one ---- > Other Slaves
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Kaze sat quietly in the delivery van in silence. He was in a van all of its own, unlike the other new slaves. While they'd been herded together, unruly and wild, Kaze rode in a van that was meant for the more docile slaves. He was a man that understood his situation well and had to come to accept it long ago. Once in the priesthood, he'd been protected from ever becoming a slave, as he was well on his way to becoming a religious leader. However, his lust for a man in a higher station than his struck him hard and he realized he was unfit to be a leader in the church. So, he cast aside all the work he'd done in his priesthood and given himself up to slavery as a lifetime of punishment for his sins. Despite the option of transferring to another church or taking on jobs that would utilize his powers and gain him a great deal of money, he took the greatest of evils. He had always been extreme, in that sense. If he believed he should be punished, he never took the easy option. Maybe that made him a bit of a masochist. Or maybe it just meant that he understood the gravity of all he'd done wrong. Though after being sold into slavery, he realized that this course of punishment would only further disgrace him. But then he realized that a disgraceful punishment was only fitting for the sins he'd committed.
In his time as a slave, he'd had many masters. None were kind. All wanted a pretty face that cried or begged or fought even a little. But Kaze was hard to get a reaction out of. His firm belief that slaves were nothing more than objects kept him in check when a man touched him. He did his best to keep a blank expression and let his master do as he pleased. Though that often earned him beatings and other forms of punishment. So he learned to at least fake an enjoyment or fake begging or fake crying. But soon his masters grew tired of him and sold him back to a slave shop or to another master. And that was how he ended up in this van, on his way to Chains. Any slave worth their merit had heard of this slave shop and the cruel man that ran the place. They knew well what this meant for them. While they would be given nice rooms to stay in, the man that ran the place was hard to please and potentially quick to anger. And that also meant that while customers paid high dollar for the slaves there and that slaves had luxuries there, it also meant living in a basement and potentially waiting a very long time to find a master and that could also invoke the owner's rage. Soon Kaze began to worry. Surely he had a reputation for being impossible to work with, even if he was useful as a servant.
When the van pulled to a stop, he waited patiently as the door was opened. Unlike the other slaves, he was not in handcuffs or restraints. He was merely led inside and lined up with the others, never once speaking a word. Just from the look of some of the slaves in line, they were unruly and Kaze greatly disapproved. And truthfully, from the looks of them, they weren't rare types of slaves. They were all the same. Unruly, angry, and they felt the need to fight. He figured masters would get bored with them just as easily as they did with Kaze. No self-respecting master put up with such childish and petty behavior. Kaze fought the urge to shake his head at them. In time they would learn that they were nothing more than objects to be played with. That was all any of them would ever be. They were stupid if they thought otherwise.
Kaze could hear the owner approaching. He knew that it was time for them to be inspected and assigned rooms where they would stay. Kaze figured that he would be a hard sell this time around. He was pretty and thin and nice to look at. But he had scars and he had already been broken. Most masters liked to break their slaves and then throw them away. Kaze was already there. He was obedient, he acted without question. While that sounded like the ideal slave, most believed that Kaze lacked personality entirely. That wasn't true. He'd just locked it away deep inside of himself where it would never see daylight again. This was what he was now. He was a slave. He was nothing.
✤ And I came to get hurt
✤ Might as well do your worst to me
✤ Have you come here to get hurt?
✤ Have you come to take away from me?
✤ From me, from me
✤ Might as well do your worst to me
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