Envy - Chapter 3 -
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junkerinFic title: Envy
Author name: Junkerin
Artist name: Lylithj2
Genre: AU, Sam/Dean (not related)
Pairing: Sam/OMC/OFC, Sam/Dean, Sam/OMC´s
Rating: nc-17
Word count: 36.340
Warnings: slavery, drug use, M/M sex, dub-con, non-con, threesome (brief)
Summary:19 year old Samuel, son of Gavin, Leader of the Forest People, leads a happy, gentle life steeped in the easy, traditional footsteps and values of their ancient culture. As a highly skilled hunter, Samuel delights in providing for his friends and family and looks forward to a fairly carefree life spent among his beloved First Trees, family and 'playful' friends and perhaps leading his people some day.
Those plans seem right on track until one day when prying emerald eyes spy the beautiful young hunter 'playing' in a forest meadow with some friends and decide this 'young savage' of the Forest should be his.
Moved into a new world... one filled with debauchery, pain, treachery and greed. Can the gentle, loving, young man survive such horrors and still maintain his family's deep-seated values? Can such an uncaring world and its jaded ruler be changed for the better?
There are many people I need to thank for their great help and support:
First my wounderful artist, lylithj2 she made me write the last four chapters...
My Betas oldbatj , tipsy_kitty and herminekurotowa
This is my first BB and the thired story I finished so far no wonder I felt lost and needed help so I prayed to the gods in the internet and found those wonderful people. As an ESLer you need all the help you can get. Thank you for your on going support, help and inspiration your guys are the best!
All errors are on me!
Chapter 3
Sam had been to Stone Statt only once before, when he had visited his mother’s brother, and that had been nearly seven years ago. In the fading daylight Sam didn’t know if it was his imagination, but the city seemed dirtier and less cared for than back then. There were no flowers along the streets and walkways, the water in the town fountain looked neglected and dirty. There seemed to be many traders and warriors from Arroka on the streets and many, many slaves. Sam knew that by Stone Statt laws the sentence for certain crimes was enslavement, but not all these slaves could be criminals, could they? Could so many people be guilty in the eyes of the law for a sentence that sanctioned enslavement as punishment, which in Sam’s eyes was a worse fate than a death sentence?
They reached the palest building on the palace grounds and the leader of the guards, the three traders and Sam were escorted right from the courtyard into the biggest room Sam had ever seen. The room was built of stone and there were many rows of benches where people were sitting and waiting for… for what…. Sam didn’t know. The room smelled of too many people and fear, there were some torches to brighten the room’s interior and right at the front on a small raised platform sat a table with a chair and a big fat man with bad teeth. The guards pushed Sam right to the front.
“What’s the crime with this one?” the fat man barked at the guards.
“Judge Wilkes,” the leader of the guards addressed the man after stepping forward, “the King, myself and 25 of the royal guard were witnesses as this young man attacked three travelers.”
“Thank you, Lord Elo.” Judge Wilkes said. “The victims?”
The three slave traders stepped forward and told the judge that Sam had assaulted them without any reason. They never mentioned that they had taken Jenny and Sol and the judge never asked for their business.
Then Judge Wilkes turned his gaze to Sam, “What’s your name, boy?”
“My name is Sam, and these men…”
“Only answer the questions that are asked! Is it true you attacked those three men?” Judge Wilkes asked.
“They had…” Sam started.
“Answer my question! Is it true you attacked those men?”
“Yes, but…” Sam tried again.
“It may be recorded that the defendant confessed to his crime.”
“What? No!” Sam yelled in protest. “Please… just listen to me,” he shouted.
“Silence! Obviously this boy is a savage and doesn’t know protocol and proper behavior in front of the royal court. Gag him! Then I will pronounce his sentence.”
Two guards stepped toward Sam holding him efficiently and gagging him in no time. Sam didn’t know what to think, this whole trial was a farce. His mother had always told him how reliable and fair the law in Stone Statt was, but this seemed more like the faked Arrokan slaves trials his mother had warned him about.
A large, brass gong behind the judge was struck and Judge Wilkes called out to the room, “Hear the verdict in the name of our beloved King Dean. This boy is sentenced to life long slavery. And because he committed his abhorrent crime in the face of our King, he will be sent to the palace. May his service be his means of reparation for harm done and may his service bring many years of satisfaction to his King and Master.”
There were some sniggers when the judge had announced the punishment like they knew something Sam didn’t know or suspect. He had stopped struggling it was useless with his hands still bound he didn’t stand a chance against the heavily armed guards.
He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. They made him a slave. He was a free man! He was one of the descendants of the First! They were going to send him to the palace. No! He needed to go home, his father was waiting for him and Sam had to make sure Sol and Jenny had safely returned to the village. His sister, Kim, was having her first day in Marge’s care and he was sure she would have made something for him. How could so many things change in such a short time? How could his life be turned upside down so quickly?
Elo stepped closer to the prisoner and the guards and ordered them to follow him. The little group left the courthouse, crossed the huge courtyard, and entered the royal palace. Elo had always considered himself a man of honor, but being at the service of his royal friend forced him to bend some of the rules he wanted to live by. Like now, Elo knew for sure this boy was innocent and that the three travelers had been slave traders, but he had his orders.
King Dean had wanted this boy for quite a while, he had repeatedly sent out royal guards to search the forest for this very boy. Elo didn’t understand where this obsession had come from but he knew that the boy never had a chance or choice in this matter. So all he could do was attempt to make it as easy as possible for … what was his name… oh yes, Sam. It fit him. He knew Dean would be there to watch the cuffing. Usually all slaves wore collars and cuffs, but the royal pleasure slaves only wore cuffs and some times nothing else.
Elo felt himself get hard when he remembered that black slave woman with the golden cuffs around her wrists and ankles. She had been his first pleasure slave out of the royal harem and he had to admit she had been very skilled. He wondered what the best way was to ease Sam into his future life as the king’s pleasure slave. And suddenly he had the solution.
Still bound and gagged they dragged Sam through the palace. It was obvious they were taking the servants’ passageways, short cutting the corridors official visitors or high ranking inhabitants would use. They stopped in a plain room with a wooden table, a cupboard and some chairs. It looked like a simple dining room. Lord Elo stepped to the cupboard and retrieved two glasses and a bottle. He then nodded to the two guards still holding Sam and they removed the gag and unbound his hands.
Carefully Sam rubbed his arms where he had been bound and looked around. There was no way out, all together there were four guards and Lord Elo, not to mention he was in Stone Statt deep inside the royal palace but he knew he had to find a way to escape.
Elo watched the young forest man, his darting glances assessing his situation. He knew he had to act fast before the boy tried something stupid. “I know this all seems hopeless but there are worse fates than a life long sentence of service to our king.” Elo said trying to be friendly, trying to not frighten Sam even more.
“Enslavement is not the same as serving the king by choice.” Sam said simply.
That was true but not the direction Elo wanted this conversation to go. Picking up the bottle he filled one glass with a clear red liquid.
“Here… drink this… it will help you to relax.” Elo advised Sam. Sam reluctantly accepted the glass. He was very thirsty since he hadn’t had anything to drink the whole day. It smelled faintly like heart berries and Sam expected some kind of alcohol. He looked questioningly at Lord Elo who had poured himself a much smaller amount of the same elixir.
“Drink up, it’s not poison.” Elo said smiling at Sam.
As Sam watched, Lord Elo brought the second glass to his own lips and took a tiny sip. Feeling reassured Sam swallowed some from his glass. Sam had wanted to take just a small sip but it tasted so good and smelled so temptingly of heart berries and home, so he didn’t stop until he had finished his drink.
“Good boy,” Elo said with a smile and Sam realized then that the man hadn’t drunk any more from his own glass. Instead he carefully poured the fluid from his glass back into the bottle.
“It would be a shame to waste any of the cuori,” he said slyly.
Sam suddenly had a very bad feeling but before he could act on it a strange warmth slid through his veins and a pleasant calmness settled over him. It felt like everything was happening in a dream and therefore didn’t matter, because it would all disappear once he woke up.
“Follow me...” Elo ordered Sam. With a nod he sent the guards away and Sam obediently followed him into the next room. This room looked nothing like the dining room next door. This room was huge and two stories high. On the upper level there was a gallery balcony on all four sides of the room, so that someone up there could observe what happened below. The floor and the walls were constructed of huge, chiseled stones and this dungeon-like room would have made Sam claustrophobic if it hadn’t only existed in this dream he was having.
There were several single-sized beds all made out of the grey stone, on three of them were chained slaves. One man had been whipped for his back was covered with bloody whipping stripes. On the other cots were two women, one woman had obviously just given birth and was now crying over her newborn child. The other woman was but a young girl with her hands and feet bound spread-eagle to the four corners of her bed, she was naked and bleeding from her many piercings and moaning quietly.
Sam knew he would be disgusted and afraid if he were awake, but thank the First this was only a dream.
“Strip” Elo ordered and Sam started to undress.
He opened his breeches and let them fall to the floor. He wore two necklaces one from his father and one from Kim and both of them were very dear to him, but since this was a dream it didn’t matter they would still be his once the morning came. Soon he was standing naked next to Lord Elo who was greeting someone on the balcony.
Sam looked up and there stood the most beautiful man he had ever seen. His hair had the color of the sandy banks of the Great River; his skin was a creamy white with sun spots dancing upon it. But the most beautiful thing about this man were his eyes, they were the color of the forest after a spring rain.
What a wonderful dream and he was already naked… maybe this magnificent man would come down and they could play together maybe even Elo would join them? Sam felt himself growing hard just looking at this man.
Suddenly a bald man appeared, “My King, Lord Elo…. how may I be of service to you?” he asked bowing to the beautiful man above him and nodding an acknowledgement to the lord.
“I have a dinner to attend later tonight and I would like to have the company of my newest … acquisition …. as a superb example … of how fast our reformed judicial system works. So today… only the cuffs… he is ‘life-long’ so make them last, Luxor. And, Luxor? The boy is beautiful…the cuffs should be the same. What do you think Elo?”
“With Sam, you have your collection complete, I think.” Elo said carefully.
“Yes. I have never had a Forest boy before. Sam? Is that his name? I like it… he can keep it. I see you gave him cuori – I didn’t order that, did I?”
“No, my King, but you saw him fighting and because I knew you had plans with him tonight… I figured …” Elo’s voice trailed off in uncertainty.
“Relax, my friend, it’s okay. I would have done it anyhow. I like them wild but not fighting me,” King Dean smiled down at Elo and Lord Elo relaxed visibly.
Meanwhile the bald man (Luxor?) had produced four golden cuffs. They looked more like shorter versions of a warrior’s vambrace and jambeau than slave cuffs. They were quite beautiful, shining gold and ornately engraved with a tree upon them and King Dean’s personal crest. The only obvious sign that they were actually slave cuffs were the rings attached to them for a leash or chains.
“Oh, how I would like to see … Sam … bound to the cross, struggling to avoid the unavoidable … Well, we know he wouldn’t be ashamed of being naked in front of us all would he? He is no Arrokadian after all, is he?” Seeing the semi-alertness of Sam’s member, the green-eyed dream grinned, “I like that he is aroused… keep him that way. Now put the cuffs on.”
Sam was told to hold out his arms and the vambraces were put around his wrists and locked on with a small key, then the jambeau were added, a little bit above his ankles, covering part of his shins.
“I want him ready and prepared in two hours.” With that the beautiful man, no King Dean, turned around and left Sam with Elo and the bald man.
“Was he serious?” the Luxor asked Elo after the King was gone. “Does his majesty really want a new ’wild catch’ at a royal dinner, the same day he was captured? He is feral. He has had no training at all. There used to be a protocol to follow... How will he know how to behave?”
“I took care of this. He had a whole glass of cuori. That should keep him calm and docile well into the night.”
“For certain it will.” Luxor said. ”So that’s not his natural reaction?” he asked gesturing towards Sam’s erection.
“Does it matter what the boy prefers? I think he would fight us tooth and nail if it wasn’t for the cuori.” Elo said. “If you’ll excuse me now… I have other duties to attend to. You have your orders. Bring Sam to the royal harem for further preparation and to be picked up in time for the royal dinner.”
Sam was still in this strange dream. They had put beautiful vambrace and jambeau on each of his arms and legs they looked great on him! The bald man was leading him down a long corridor and now he was talking so maybe Sam should listen to him.
“Man, I am most thankful for Lord Elo giving you the cuori. I don’t wanna know how many guards we would need if you decided to fight.” His hand caressed Sam’s naked torso and muscles. “So thankful we don’t need that. If you asked me they should give all new slaves cuori for … I don’t know a month or two maybe. After that I don’t think they would have any free will left or would even want to have it.”
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Chapter 4 : http://junkerin.livejournal.com/8828.html
Author name: Junkerin
Artist name: Lylithj2
Genre: AU, Sam/Dean (not related)
Pairing: Sam/OMC/OFC, Sam/Dean, Sam/OMC´s
Rating: nc-17
Word count: 36.340
Warnings: slavery, drug use, M/M sex, dub-con, non-con, threesome (brief)
Summary:19 year old Samuel, son of Gavin, Leader of the Forest People, leads a happy, gentle life steeped in the easy, traditional footsteps and values of their ancient culture. As a highly skilled hunter, Samuel delights in providing for his friends and family and looks forward to a fairly carefree life spent among his beloved First Trees, family and 'playful' friends and perhaps leading his people some day.
Those plans seem right on track until one day when prying emerald eyes spy the beautiful young hunter 'playing' in a forest meadow with some friends and decide this 'young savage' of the Forest should be his.
Moved into a new world... one filled with debauchery, pain, treachery and greed. Can the gentle, loving, young man survive such horrors and still maintain his family's deep-seated values? Can such an uncaring world and its jaded ruler be changed for the better?
There are many people I need to thank for their great help and support:
First my wounderful artist, lylithj2 she made me write the last four chapters...
My Betas oldbatj , tipsy_kitty and herminekurotowa
This is my first BB and the thired story I finished so far no wonder I felt lost and needed help so I prayed to the gods in the internet and found those wonderful people. As an ESLer you need all the help you can get. Thank you for your on going support, help and inspiration your guys are the best!
All errors are on me!
Chapter 3
Sam had been to Stone Statt only once before, when he had visited his mother’s brother, and that had been nearly seven years ago. In the fading daylight Sam didn’t know if it was his imagination, but the city seemed dirtier and less cared for than back then. There were no flowers along the streets and walkways, the water in the town fountain looked neglected and dirty. There seemed to be many traders and warriors from Arroka on the streets and many, many slaves. Sam knew that by Stone Statt laws the sentence for certain crimes was enslavement, but not all these slaves could be criminals, could they? Could so many people be guilty in the eyes of the law for a sentence that sanctioned enslavement as punishment, which in Sam’s eyes was a worse fate than a death sentence?
They reached the palest building on the palace grounds and the leader of the guards, the three traders and Sam were escorted right from the courtyard into the biggest room Sam had ever seen. The room was built of stone and there were many rows of benches where people were sitting and waiting for… for what…. Sam didn’t know. The room smelled of too many people and fear, there were some torches to brighten the room’s interior and right at the front on a small raised platform sat a table with a chair and a big fat man with bad teeth. The guards pushed Sam right to the front.
“What’s the crime with this one?” the fat man barked at the guards.
“Judge Wilkes,” the leader of the guards addressed the man after stepping forward, “the King, myself and 25 of the royal guard were witnesses as this young man attacked three travelers.”
“Thank you, Lord Elo.” Judge Wilkes said. “The victims?”
The three slave traders stepped forward and told the judge that Sam had assaulted them without any reason. They never mentioned that they had taken Jenny and Sol and the judge never asked for their business.
Then Judge Wilkes turned his gaze to Sam, “What’s your name, boy?”
“My name is Sam, and these men…”
“Only answer the questions that are asked! Is it true you attacked those three men?” Judge Wilkes asked.
“They had…” Sam started.
“Answer my question! Is it true you attacked those men?”
“Yes, but…” Sam tried again.
“It may be recorded that the defendant confessed to his crime.”
“What? No!” Sam yelled in protest. “Please… just listen to me,” he shouted.
“Silence! Obviously this boy is a savage and doesn’t know protocol and proper behavior in front of the royal court. Gag him! Then I will pronounce his sentence.”
Two guards stepped toward Sam holding him efficiently and gagging him in no time. Sam didn’t know what to think, this whole trial was a farce. His mother had always told him how reliable and fair the law in Stone Statt was, but this seemed more like the faked Arrokan slaves trials his mother had warned him about.
A large, brass gong behind the judge was struck and Judge Wilkes called out to the room, “Hear the verdict in the name of our beloved King Dean. This boy is sentenced to life long slavery. And because he committed his abhorrent crime in the face of our King, he will be sent to the palace. May his service be his means of reparation for harm done and may his service bring many years of satisfaction to his King and Master.”
There were some sniggers when the judge had announced the punishment like they knew something Sam didn’t know or suspect. He had stopped struggling it was useless with his hands still bound he didn’t stand a chance against the heavily armed guards.
He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. They made him a slave. He was a free man! He was one of the descendants of the First! They were going to send him to the palace. No! He needed to go home, his father was waiting for him and Sam had to make sure Sol and Jenny had safely returned to the village. His sister, Kim, was having her first day in Marge’s care and he was sure she would have made something for him. How could so many things change in such a short time? How could his life be turned upside down so quickly?
Elo stepped closer to the prisoner and the guards and ordered them to follow him. The little group left the courthouse, crossed the huge courtyard, and entered the royal palace. Elo had always considered himself a man of honor, but being at the service of his royal friend forced him to bend some of the rules he wanted to live by. Like now, Elo knew for sure this boy was innocent and that the three travelers had been slave traders, but he had his orders.
King Dean had wanted this boy for quite a while, he had repeatedly sent out royal guards to search the forest for this very boy. Elo didn’t understand where this obsession had come from but he knew that the boy never had a chance or choice in this matter. So all he could do was attempt to make it as easy as possible for … what was his name… oh yes, Sam. It fit him. He knew Dean would be there to watch the cuffing. Usually all slaves wore collars and cuffs, but the royal pleasure slaves only wore cuffs and some times nothing else.
Elo felt himself get hard when he remembered that black slave woman with the golden cuffs around her wrists and ankles. She had been his first pleasure slave out of the royal harem and he had to admit she had been very skilled. He wondered what the best way was to ease Sam into his future life as the king’s pleasure slave. And suddenly he had the solution.
Still bound and gagged they dragged Sam through the palace. It was obvious they were taking the servants’ passageways, short cutting the corridors official visitors or high ranking inhabitants would use. They stopped in a plain room with a wooden table, a cupboard and some chairs. It looked like a simple dining room. Lord Elo stepped to the cupboard and retrieved two glasses and a bottle. He then nodded to the two guards still holding Sam and they removed the gag and unbound his hands.
Carefully Sam rubbed his arms where he had been bound and looked around. There was no way out, all together there were four guards and Lord Elo, not to mention he was in Stone Statt deep inside the royal palace but he knew he had to find a way to escape.
Elo watched the young forest man, his darting glances assessing his situation. He knew he had to act fast before the boy tried something stupid. “I know this all seems hopeless but there are worse fates than a life long sentence of service to our king.” Elo said trying to be friendly, trying to not frighten Sam even more.
“Enslavement is not the same as serving the king by choice.” Sam said simply.
That was true but not the direction Elo wanted this conversation to go. Picking up the bottle he filled one glass with a clear red liquid.
“Here… drink this… it will help you to relax.” Elo advised Sam. Sam reluctantly accepted the glass. He was very thirsty since he hadn’t had anything to drink the whole day. It smelled faintly like heart berries and Sam expected some kind of alcohol. He looked questioningly at Lord Elo who had poured himself a much smaller amount of the same elixir.
“Drink up, it’s not poison.” Elo said smiling at Sam.
As Sam watched, Lord Elo brought the second glass to his own lips and took a tiny sip. Feeling reassured Sam swallowed some from his glass. Sam had wanted to take just a small sip but it tasted so good and smelled so temptingly of heart berries and home, so he didn’t stop until he had finished his drink.
“Good boy,” Elo said with a smile and Sam realized then that the man hadn’t drunk any more from his own glass. Instead he carefully poured the fluid from his glass back into the bottle.
“It would be a shame to waste any of the cuori,” he said slyly.
Sam suddenly had a very bad feeling but before he could act on it a strange warmth slid through his veins and a pleasant calmness settled over him. It felt like everything was happening in a dream and therefore didn’t matter, because it would all disappear once he woke up.
“Follow me...” Elo ordered Sam. With a nod he sent the guards away and Sam obediently followed him into the next room. This room looked nothing like the dining room next door. This room was huge and two stories high. On the upper level there was a gallery balcony on all four sides of the room, so that someone up there could observe what happened below. The floor and the walls were constructed of huge, chiseled stones and this dungeon-like room would have made Sam claustrophobic if it hadn’t only existed in this dream he was having.
There were several single-sized beds all made out of the grey stone, on three of them were chained slaves. One man had been whipped for his back was covered with bloody whipping stripes. On the other cots were two women, one woman had obviously just given birth and was now crying over her newborn child. The other woman was but a young girl with her hands and feet bound spread-eagle to the four corners of her bed, she was naked and bleeding from her many piercings and moaning quietly.
Sam knew he would be disgusted and afraid if he were awake, but thank the First this was only a dream.
“Strip” Elo ordered and Sam started to undress.
He opened his breeches and let them fall to the floor. He wore two necklaces one from his father and one from Kim and both of them were very dear to him, but since this was a dream it didn’t matter they would still be his once the morning came. Soon he was standing naked next to Lord Elo who was greeting someone on the balcony.
Sam looked up and there stood the most beautiful man he had ever seen. His hair had the color of the sandy banks of the Great River; his skin was a creamy white with sun spots dancing upon it. But the most beautiful thing about this man were his eyes, they were the color of the forest after a spring rain.
What a wonderful dream and he was already naked… maybe this magnificent man would come down and they could play together maybe even Elo would join them? Sam felt himself growing hard just looking at this man.
Suddenly a bald man appeared, “My King, Lord Elo…. how may I be of service to you?” he asked bowing to the beautiful man above him and nodding an acknowledgement to the lord.
“I have a dinner to attend later tonight and I would like to have the company of my newest … acquisition …. as a superb example … of how fast our reformed judicial system works. So today… only the cuffs… he is ‘life-long’ so make them last, Luxor. And, Luxor? The boy is beautiful…the cuffs should be the same. What do you think Elo?”
“With Sam, you have your collection complete, I think.” Elo said carefully.
“Yes. I have never had a Forest boy before. Sam? Is that his name? I like it… he can keep it. I see you gave him cuori – I didn’t order that, did I?”
“No, my King, but you saw him fighting and because I knew you had plans with him tonight… I figured …” Elo’s voice trailed off in uncertainty.
“Relax, my friend, it’s okay. I would have done it anyhow. I like them wild but not fighting me,” King Dean smiled down at Elo and Lord Elo relaxed visibly.
Meanwhile the bald man (Luxor?) had produced four golden cuffs. They looked more like shorter versions of a warrior’s vambrace and jambeau than slave cuffs. They were quite beautiful, shining gold and ornately engraved with a tree upon them and King Dean’s personal crest. The only obvious sign that they were actually slave cuffs were the rings attached to them for a leash or chains.
“Oh, how I would like to see … Sam … bound to the cross, struggling to avoid the unavoidable … Well, we know he wouldn’t be ashamed of being naked in front of us all would he? He is no Arrokadian after all, is he?” Seeing the semi-alertness of Sam’s member, the green-eyed dream grinned, “I like that he is aroused… keep him that way. Now put the cuffs on.”
Sam was told to hold out his arms and the vambraces were put around his wrists and locked on with a small key, then the jambeau were added, a little bit above his ankles, covering part of his shins.
“I want him ready and prepared in two hours.” With that the beautiful man, no King Dean, turned around and left Sam with Elo and the bald man.
“Was he serious?” the Luxor asked Elo after the King was gone. “Does his majesty really want a new ’wild catch’ at a royal dinner, the same day he was captured? He is feral. He has had no training at all. There used to be a protocol to follow... How will he know how to behave?”
“I took care of this. He had a whole glass of cuori. That should keep him calm and docile well into the night.”
“For certain it will.” Luxor said. ”So that’s not his natural reaction?” he asked gesturing towards Sam’s erection.
“Does it matter what the boy prefers? I think he would fight us tooth and nail if it wasn’t for the cuori.” Elo said. “If you’ll excuse me now… I have other duties to attend to. You have your orders. Bring Sam to the royal harem for further preparation and to be picked up in time for the royal dinner.”
Sam was still in this strange dream. They had put beautiful vambrace and jambeau on each of his arms and legs they looked great on him! The bald man was leading him down a long corridor and now he was talking so maybe Sam should listen to him.
“Man, I am most thankful for Lord Elo giving you the cuori. I don’t wanna know how many guards we would need if you decided to fight.” His hand caressed Sam’s naked torso and muscles. “So thankful we don’t need that. If you asked me they should give all new slaves cuori for … I don’t know a month or two maybe. After that I don’t think they would have any free will left or would even want to have it.”
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Chapter 4 : http://junkerin.livejournal.com/8828.html
