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Author(s): Kiyoko

Published: Aug 14, 2016

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“Where did you find him?”

“On the road. He was all shriveled up and he’s all bruised too.”

“Why did you bring him to me though?”

“I can’t harbor any more slaves with me, Jaebum. Please take him into your care. You need another one anyways.”

“Fine. Tell Youngjae to get me the first aid kit. Nurse Chorong is out for the week so I’ll have to administer aid.”

Red. Black. Blue. Purple. Dark colors obstructed his vision, flashing right before his eyes while the injured male lay stationary on the floor.

White. Pure white soon came into view, but that soon turned gray. A face popped up on top of him, eyebrows furrowed while a menace growl purred through their lips. The face disappeared and instead a slender cylindrical figure tapped against ground, sound waves drawn out to the peripherals of the male’s eyes.

The figure rose up and soon dropped down, but the male suddenly sat up from the mattress he was sleeping on, eyes brimmed with tears and his mouth agape to catch his breath. Bullets of sweat slid down the side of his face with his fingers curled into the diamond-patterned mattress beneath him. He looked around frantically while his eyes trying to search for light within the darkness. He spotted another male who was right beside him, the other’s upper body lifted up slightly to stare at the stranger.

“Wait here,” The male’s groggy voice echoed in the still night and his limbed carried him up weakly to slide the door open. A dark yellow dimmed light sourced from behind and the male looked forward to find two other males with feet facing him. They were sound asleep—they must have been used to the noise or too exhausted to even open their eyes—the perplexed male thought.

“Follow me,” A deep voice murmured from behind and the male turned his back—there was no longer a dark yellow dim—but a lighter subtle color. He rose to his feet, his teeth clenched as he tried to suppress a hiss, pain shooting to his back and abdomen. That was when he noticed—he was shirtless, only to be covered in thick white bandages around the entirety of his waist and the upper arm of his left side.

His superior stared at him intently, his head moved slightly to the side to notify the slave behind him, “Youngjae, help him to the study room.”

The slave nodded firmly and soon tended to the injured male’s side, his arm wrapped around the other’s chest whilst being careful. “Please, follow me,” His soothing voice comforted the confused male and he tried to get a clearer look of the other as they walked deeper through the hallways.

Despite the shooting pain throughout his body, the male noticed how gentle the other looked. There were no bruises, no physical signs of distress—he looked almost too happy and that concerned him. Other than that, the fellow slave had a soft bed of black hair and pale skin that any master would crave for.

It wasn’t only the slave that stood out but also the design of the house. It was rustic, neutral brown shades coated through the walls and furniture. The only spruces of color were from the plants or paintings that was placed throughout the home. The hallway wasn’t that long either and they took a left turn into the nearest room from where they first were.

“I’m Youngjae. I’ve been a slave for Master Jaebum for ten years now. Please don’t be alarmed from him, he’s usually like this to newer slaves,” Youngjae murmured in the other’s ear before he led him to a dark blue cushion on the floor. His hands were on each side of the new slave’s chest, helping him slowly to sit on his knees.

The new slave’s eyes traveled up to see a rise of level a few feet away from him, a long low table behind his new master. His master was seated on a golden embroidered, deep red fabric pillow, feet crossed over each other. He was already in his sleeping clothes—a white shirt and loose black shorts that ended right above his knees. His jet-black hair seemed a little damp still but his fringe fell beautifully on his left side. The room was only lit slightly, but the new slave could tell how dark the master’s eyes were. They were narrow, sharp, and from the slave’s distance—his pupils looked pure black.

“Youngjae, wait outside,” The master’s deep voice traveled through the study room and Youngjae obliged after he bowed politely and slid the door closed when he exited. His eyes traced back to the slave in front of him, lips pursed slightly as he looked over the bandages. “What is your name?”

The slave’s ears perked up and he straightened up his back as much as he could, almost hissing before he spoke up quietly, “Mark, sir.”

The master hummed softly in the back of his throat and his eyebrows knitted. “You are a foreigne

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Một. Author(s): Kiyoko Được đăng: 14 tháng tám năm 2016 Tình trạng: [M], chỉ có người đăng kí, các thành viên-chỉ, kích hoạt cảnh báo Tags: jaebum junior jackson đánh dấu got7 markbum bmark  đánh dấu  tiết kiệm (go offline) báo cáo nội dung thực hiện có thể đọc được một một một một bước nhảy với ý kiến ? > Lời nói đầu 1 một. 2 hai. "Đã làm bạn tìm hắn ở đâu?""Trên đường. Ông shriveled và ông tất cả bruised quá.""Tại sao anh lại đưa anh ta với tôi mặc dù?""Tôi không cảng nào nô lệ hơn với tôi, Jaebum. Hãy đưa anh ta vào chăm sóc của bạn. Bạn cần một số khác không.""Sử dụng tốt. Cho biết Youngjae để làm cho tôi các kit viện trợ đầu tiên. Y tá Chorong là ra trong tuần vì vậy tôi sẽ cần phải quản lý viện trợ."Màu đỏ. Màu đen. Màu xanh. Tím. Màu tối cản trở tầm nhìn của mình, nhấp nháy ngay trước mắt mình, trong khi Nam giới bị thương nằm cố định trên sàn nhà.Màu trắng. Màu trắng tinh khiết sớm đã vào xem, nhưng mà nhanh chóng chuyển màu xám. Một khuôn mặt popped lên trên đầu trang của anh ta, lông mày nhăn khi một gầm gừ đe dọa purred qua đôi môi của họ. Khuôn mặt biến mất và thay vào đó một nhân vật hình trụ mảnh mai khai thác đối với mặt đất, sóng âm thanh ra cho các thiết bị ngoại vi của đôi mắt của Nam. Các con số tăng lên và nhanh chóng giảm, nhưng phái nam đột nhiên ngồi lên nệm ông đã ngủ, mắt hơn với nước mắt và mình miệng agape để bắt hơi thở của mình. Đạn của mồ hôi trượt xuống phía bên của khuôn mặt của mình với ngón tay của mình cong vào nệm kim cương khuôn mẫu bên dưới anh ta. Ông nhìn quanh điên cuồng trong khi đôi mắt của ông đang cố gắng để tìm kiếm ánh sáng trong bóng tối. Ông phát hiện một nam người ngay bên cạnh ông, các khác trên cơ thể nâng lên một chút để nhìn chằm chằm vào những người lạ."Chờ đợi ở đây," của Nam không vưng thoại lặp lại trong đêm vẫn còn và ông limbed thực Anh ta lên yếu để slide mở cửa. Một ánh sáng mờ đi tối màu vàng có nguồn gốc từ phía sau và Nam mong tìm thấy hai nam giới khác với chân phải đối mặt với anh ta. Họ đã được âm thanh ngủ-họ phải có được sử dụng để tiếng ồn hoặc quá kiệt sức để mở mắt họ — Nam perplexed nghĩ."Theo tôi," một giọng nói sâu murmured từ phía sau và Nam quay trở lại của ông-đã không còn có một mờ màu vàng sẫm — nhưng một màu nhẹ tinh tế. Ông đã tăng lên đôi chân của mình, răng của ông clenched khi ông đã cố gắng để ngăn chặn một rít, đau bắn súng lưng và bụng của mình. Đó là khi ông nhận thấy-ông là shirtless, chỉ để được bao phủ trong băng dày trắng xung quanh toàn bộ eo của mình và trên cánh tay của mình bên trái. Cấp trên của ông stared lúc hắn chăm chú, đầu chuyển nhẹ sang bên để thông báo cho nô lệ phía sau anh ta, "Youngjae, giúp anh ta đến phòng học."The slave nodded firmly and soon tended to the injured male’s side, his arm wrapped around the other’s chest whilst being careful. “Please, follow me,” His soothing voice comforted the confused male and he tried to get a clearer look of the other as they walked deeper through the hallways.Despite the shooting pain throughout his body, the male noticed how gentle the other looked. There were no bruises, no physical signs of distress—he looked almost too happy and that concerned him. Other than that, the fellow slave had a soft bed of black hair and pale skin that any master would crave for.It wasn’t only the slave that stood out but also the design of the house. It was rustic, neutral brown shades coated through the walls and furniture. The only spruces of color were from the plants or paintings that was placed throughout the home. The hallway wasn’t that long either and they took a left turn into the nearest room from where they first were.“I’m Youngjae. I’ve been a slave for Master Jaebum for ten years now. Please don’t be alarmed from him, he’s usually like this to newer slaves,” Youngjae murmured in the other’s ear before he led him to a dark blue cushion on the floor. His hands were on each side of the new slave’s chest, helping him slowly to sit on his knees.The new slave’s eyes traveled up to see a rise of level a few feet away from him, a long low table behind his new master. His master was seated on a golden embroidered, deep red fabric pillow, feet crossed over each other. He was already in his sleeping clothes—a white shirt and loose black shorts that ended right above his knees. His jet-black hair seemed a little damp still but his fringe fell beautifully on his left side. The room was only lit slightly, but the new slave could tell how dark the master’s eyes were. They were narrow, sharp, and from the slave’s distance—his pupils looked pure black.
“Youngjae, wait outside,” The master’s deep voice traveled through the study room and Youngjae obliged after he bowed politely and slid the door closed when he exited. His eyes traced back to the slave in front of him, lips pursed slightly as he looked over the bandages. “What is your name?”

The slave’s ears perked up and he straightened up his back as much as he could, almost hissing before he spoke up quietly, “Mark, sir.”

The master hummed softly in the back of his throat and his eyebrows knitted. “You are a foreigne