- Pit room 001

@luhan [slave trainee] Daehyun was deep into his thoughts, much so that he barely heard the voice of the other male. He raised an eyebrow, he did have a feeling that someone was eyeing him but he definitely did not expect it to be such a adorable looking little male. He scoffed, rolling his eyes at te next statement that passed. It wasnt that he was trying to hurt the male's feelings, it was just that he never gave a care in the world for anyone, not even himself. Heck, he he actually did hurt the boy's feelings, he should feel proud, right?

Daehyun had a little, sick twisted mind. No one knew how it worked and he was perfectly fine with that. Just means people had to deal with him when he did unexpected .

"I know manners, there's just no point using them," he replied back nonchalantly, though his voice was still as soft and quiet as ever. He never made it a point to speak loudly, it's useless if they weren't listening anyways. He finally finished drying himself, feeling slightly cleaner as each drop disappeared from his body. All traces of the dirty deed was gone, minus the fact that he still had a slight limp and people knew him as a slave. It took a whole minute for Daehyun's mind to completely process the male's words, his lips pursing out.

Yippee, he was sharing a room with one guy that he didn't know. Just so ing fantastic, he thought bitterly, sarcasm dripping from the venomous thought.

He watched as the male came closer, making his way on the counter as he swung his legs. Daehyun trained his eyes on the boy, even as he changed. He learned in a world like this to bit trust anyone, no matter how convincing they were. An just because the boy looked so innocent and see doesn't mean that he was. And even if he was, he still wouldn't have trusted him in the first place.

"Thanks," he mumbled under his breath, looking behind the other male and into the mirror. He ruffled his hair gently, making sure to give it a tousled look before he was satisfied. There was the Jung Dahyun he knew, the normal one before this whole mess. The "fat" one, the "hideous" one. Ah, how he hate himself so much. His hands balled into fists as he stared at his own reflection, keeping the urge to not punch the piece of glass in.

@daehyun [slave] Mumbling incoherent words softly under his breath, Luhan slept. He hardly ever had time for sleep. The boy was simply to paranoid to giving him a small case of insomnia. He was always fearing that his past would find him after he finally had a chance to escape it. He furrowed his brow as small footsteps echoed through his empty dream, only seeing black behind his eyelids, no vivid dream, no wet dream, just nothing.

Taking in a deep breath as the shower water pierced through his dream, successfully waking him. He was a light sleeper after all, bad happened to people who slept to heavy. He sat up and tossed the pillow he was holding off the bed and into a corner somewhere. Why did he care? He didn't have to clean up.

The boy stood up, petite feet hitting the floor with a soft noise before standing up. Who was in the shower? He hated sharing rooms with others. He never got any sleep that way. He trusted no one. He slowly walked over to the bathroom, opening the door and tilting his head to the side. He crossed his arms over his petite chest as his loose, old worn out grey shirt fell off his left shoulder, exposing his favorite tattoo.

He hummed softly under his breath before tapping his chin with one of those small fingers. Brown eyes taking in every detail of the boys body making sure not to miss a thing as he bit the bottom corner of his bottom lip.

"Did anyone teach you to knock before you enter? I was occupying this room. But I will share it with you."

The pink haired boy nodded slowly before walking over to the sink area and hopped up on the counter, rocking his legs back and forth.

Daehyun had finished fulfilling one of the master's request, his body stained once again like it deserved to be. At least now, he thought, he finally had a job that met his disturbing and disdainful qualities. Although it wasn't one he preferred, he didn't deserve such a good life. He wasn't suited for the wealthy life style, ones that went to college, graduate, and get a degree.

No, he was far too tainted for that.

Without any sighs, as he learned that it would do nothing to help the current situation, he walked into a random room. He didn't think twice about entering though someone was it there. If it was a master, great, he'll just be given a stricter punishment. He'll be filthier, nothing special about it. He actually enjoyed those moments, he actually felt needed though he was fully aware that he was being used.

He missed the figure that was on the bed, being too caught up in his thoughts to give it a glance. He made his way into the bathroom, his feet making light taps on the marble floor as he entered. This was why he might not have enjoyed it. This place was far too extravagant for a worthless being like himself. He deserved to be in a run down bar, probably making money that way but he was bought here instead. He huffed, stripping off the thin pice of cloth that was considered clothing to him. He didn't bother to hang it up, it was always dirty in the end no matter what. He let it slip onto the floor, finally taking the first steps into the bathtub. He turned the shower onto hot straight away, not even wincing at the burn he felt on his skin. It was unhealthy for him, he knew better than to do this but eve though he was dirty, he hated feeling so. He hoped that the heat would wash all the dirt away, make him feel slightly cleaner but alas, it did nothing of the sort. His insides, personality, could never be changed, something that he realized almost too late. He lets the burning water cascade down his used body, tears no longer falling down his cheeks as he was used to the treatment now. The stings on his and inner thighs didn't hurt as much as they used to. His hole was no longer as tight, though everyone seemed to say that it was.

But Daehyun knew better, he couldn't trust stupid people like them.

What took minutes seemed like hours and he was finally done with his shower. He took the fluffy towel into his hands, drying himself off careful as he still never really liked pain.

[ taken - Lu Han ]