Kitchen

@M- Won Jongjin (( school is getting in the way, sorry >< ))

Kwangmin was about to answer before he hissed in pain at the feeling of he burning alcohol from the disinfectant. "E-Eli... M-my Keeper's name is Eli. A-ask the slave guards yourself." Kwangmin hissed at the other, my frown an obvious evidence that he didn't enjoy being besides the doctor as he clean and made sure his wound wasn't infected. Though his rude additude lifted a bit as he didn't put up another fight when he hissed in pain once again.

@M- Won Jongjin "H-he.. u-uh..." Kwangmin his lip, crap, he was never good at lying, his twin brother was the one who always made the lies for him. Longer than his usual quick and sharp outbursts, Kwangmin tried to think up a lie before he responded. "Master is away a-at... uhm... a meeting! Yes, a meeting!" Kwangmin replied rather quicker then his normal talking tone as his dark eyes casted away, wincing in pain once he felt the shards of glass start to get pulled out.

@M- Won Jongjin Kwangmin bit down on his lip before gasping in surprise when he was thrown over the man's shoulder. Huffing softly from anger, Kwangmin pressed his lips into a thin line. "It's better if I end up getting sick from the infection than being with some man like you when I have a master!" Kwangmin lied in the end, but he knew it was the only way for him to at least imtimidate the other hopefully. Kwangmin didn't have much strength and fight in him left since he spent most of it during the hall argument. But once Kwangmin was set onto the bed, he moved to sit as far away from the master as much as possible. Narrowing his eyes when his arm was grabbed and pulled to the master, after a few moments of silence, Kwangmin immediately jerked his arm away from the master once again. "Don't touch me..." the slave hissed out as he faced the ground.

@M- Won Jongjin "I don't need anyone's damn help!" Kwangmin replied sharply, ignoring the master's question of where his master was. Attempting to jerk his arm out of the other man's tight grip. Wincing in pain but quickly hiding it. He felt the shards of glass and porcelain dig deeper into his skin, causing more blood to flow as they dripped onto the carpeted floor of the hall. More tears started to appear in his eyes, but he closed his eyes tightly and looked away, not letting any drop of his tears slip out. He hated everything, from the scented halls to the damn masters. "Please let me go." The slave hissed as he swallowed thickly, his breathing ragged as he attempted once again to pull his arm again, failing from his lack of strength.

@M- Won Jongjin Kwangmin blinked when his arm was taken into the other man's grasp, at first he was silent before he answered sternly in a clear voice, "No." he said as the young slave jerked his arm away. Hiding both of his arms as he turned to walk off. Kwangmin huffed as he walk away. If they were in a cartoon, steam would already be fuming out of his head. He had enough of masters for one day. As he wiped away his tears, Kwangmin thought of how weak he was, without his twin brother there to stand next to him to comfort, or without Eli for his loving and gentle caresses, he was a hopeless lone wolf Pup.

@M- Won Jongjin Kwangmin had been in a rush ever since his previous master left. Usually he was alone when he had free time, silent when other slaves were around. He was proclaimed 'anti-social' due to Kwangmin being unable to make much friends. walking out of the slave dungeons, he was glad for the advantage that the guards believed he was still owned. Though the people outside the dungeons are different. They'really more brutal, cruel, yet gentle, and loving at the same time. Ha, even the unclaimed slaves don'the know what it'says like outside the cell. Kwangmin walked past a group of maids and the masters they had just currently seduced, ignoring them, Kwangmin accidentally brushed his shoulder against an unknown master, it all happened too fast for Kwangmin to muster, the next thing he knew, was the sound of porcelain breaking, shouts of surprise and disbelief. There was a maid, who thought that HE (Kwangmin) was planning on taking away the maids's only chance of happiness. Kwangmin looking at his shaking and bleeding hands once that group of masters and maids left, tears formed in his eyes, but he did not cry at all. Not. At. All.

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