''Enjoy? What are you talking about? And let me go.'' he said as he was pulled out of the limo.He pulled his hand away once he got out of the car.He then reluctantly followed the male into the residence.''If I'm lucky,I'll only be staying a evening.'' he said,following the male up the stairs.Once in the room,the samurai sat as far away as he could from the male on the couch.''Can I leave now? All of you are the same.Your just going to talk about how you need someone to clean or cook for you.And you clearly aren't in actual need of help,much less protection.You don't need a samurai's aid.You want a butler or someone of the sort.'' he said,boredly.He had heard the same story from many people while in the slave shop-Sometimes new,inexperienced owners.Sometimes more experienced owners.Always in need of not a samurai but someone to cook,clean,and do their chores for them.It seemed the general sort of owners that visited the shop,usually weren't in any need of protection.Though it made sense.Slaves were expensive,especially the talented ones.If you had the money for a slave,you could just as easily buy butlers or body guards.The samurai had basically started into a routine of plotting to escape,sleeping all day,and breaking to eat some sort of breakfast,lunch,and dinner.It was a lousy existence there,especially having come from a interesting,exciting life of travel and protecting people.Even when he was merely doing odd jobs,he was aiding others by working for them.Every day was different and every season still held work,shelter,and food for him.Yet now here he sat,looking at some wannabe master that donned a blindfold and that the samurai could not understand.
''I must return to my homeland...How'd my life change so dramatically?....Even knowing the reason,it's still outlandish.I don't belong here,serving some guy tea.'' he thought.
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