Changmin POV

Even though I had been freed from the clutches of the slave merchant, what awaited me there was the same thing: I would have been the object of pleasure of that boy.
From that day he spoke to me coldly and did not mention to stay in my company for a long time.

The clothes that made me wear were pure silk, meticulously worked and well embroidered.

In that place only Kyuhyun had made me a friend, the others looked at me with contempt, just because my master made me stay in his rooms and received the best portions of that house.

Master. I never thought of becoming someone's slave.

It had been two days and I did not have the chance to go out. I wanted to know what my family was like,my mother and my sister, if by chance Siwon was looking for me.

But that day I seem to smile, because Kyu had been allowed to go shopping at the market.

« Do you want me to get you something, Changmin? »

He asked me, arranging the clothes they had washed in the closet of my new room.

« Could I ... Could I come with you? »

I asked helping him. I did not want to have any ease for me, it was not even for me and I just wanted to go back to my life.

Kyuhyun shook his head and closed the closet.

« You can not. The master did not say anything regarding your exits. »

« Can you ask him? »

I asked looking into his eyes, hoping that at least he could do something, since he had said that boy was different from the slave merchant Jae.

« The Master has not in home right now, but I think he'll take you out as soon as your time comes. »

He nodded and stroked my cheek.

« So, you want me to bring you something? »

« Nothing ... I ... I would like you to go to my mother. I would like to hear from them ... please. »

I clung to his arm and he looked at me for a long time, becoming thoughtful.

« Tell me where you live. The street. »

I smiled gratefully and he handed me a sheet and a brush with some ink. I looked at the three objects and held the brush. I did not know how to write the way, I did not know how to write or even the name. I followed only my steps and that's it.

« Changmin ..? »

He waited, but I put the brush down and looked at him.

« I do not know the way .. I do not even know how to write Kyuhyun ..»

He was surprised and moved the objects to the small desk.

« Then tell me where the store is located. I will be able to orient myself and I hope that the time available is enough. My Mistress is not very forgiving with delays. »

« Your Mistress? However it is located near a small oven. You can not go wrong, it's the only one who makes bread even with strange shapes. »

I smiled and waited for an answer to my question, while his face was seized with a flash of genius.

« Maybe I know which oven you're talking about! Then I'll go there and ... yes, the master's mother. It is different from his son and, even if it seems delicate and beautiful, I assure you that it is a real tyranny. He thinks she wanted to put you with the other slaves today, but the master prevented her again. So, while I'm not there and not even the master, you do not get out of this room, okay? »

He moved away, moving towards the door he opened.

« I'll see to get back as quickly as possible. See you later, nae? »

He nodded and greeted him with a nod from the field, until he disappeared behind the door, closing it.

I went to the large window and watched the carriage that would lead Kyu to the market.

« I hope you are well ... »

My thought was only towards my family and how they were. Once the carriage was gone, I returned to the bed, sitting down and lifting my long dress over my legs, barely discovering them. I was not used to those clothes and sometimes, they stung.

I did not even know how many minutes passed, but I was tired of being closed there, like an animal in a cage.

« If I can not get out of the house, I can always walk around here. Just do not let me see the merchant's mother. »

I put on my shoes, put on my dress, and walked slowly toward the door, opening it and letting out only my head.

It was deserted and there was nobody. I go ahead.

I closed the door quietly once I went out and walked quietly, watching the corridor.

There were several paintings and even some furniture on which were placed precious vases. He had to be really rich and powerful, that family.

I found a door ajar and peered slightly, being careful if there was someone, but I saw no soul and pushed the door slowly, which opened, entering.

It was a bedroom, well lit and arranged. Maybe it was the owner who had saved me from there, I thought. I approached the window and looked out onto a garden full of red and white roses. They were beautiful and rarely could you see such a show.

I looked away and was also petrified to see those shoes on the ground.

The shoes I had carefully repaired were there. I would have recognized them in a thousand.

I approached and bent over, looking at them and still being surprised. So they belonged to him, these shoes. I caressed that object, until he felt two hands pushing me to the ground and I fell, stifling a groan.

« Ugly petty thief! What are you doing in this room? Is that how you repay the goodness of this family? Stealing in the sir's room ?? »

I looked up and saw a man quite sturdy and almost deformed, who was watching me carefully.

« No ... no, you're wrong. I just came out .. I was not going to .. »

« Shut up! If you do not want them to know what you were doing, then we can agree. »

His gaze fell on my bare legs, which covered quickly, feeling my blood freeze. He leaned down and grabbed my ankle, making me moan, as he pushed that dress away.

" No, no, please. "

I pleaded, but the grip became iron and I tore a cry of pain that stifled with his free hand, as he pulled off his petticoat, caressing the inside of his thigh with his rough hands.

I began to cry and plead, but he did not listen to me and this time I thought there would be no one to help me. I scratched and moaned, feeling his body press against mine.

« Yes, so ... let yourself be touched ... »

I closed my eyes and cried in silence, but the weight of the man disappeared and he heard only a cry of rage and the thud of a body on the ground, far from me.

He opened his eyes, clouded by tears and saw him. I saw my savior again.

The man's gaze was full of amazement and fear.

« S-Sir .. has already returned? »

There was a fierce rage in his eyes, something that scared me more.

« What were you doing to him? »

He hissed, advancing towards the man on the ground who was trying to get up badly.

« He was ... that thief was stealing in his rooms. It was my duty to stop him, Lord! »

He had not stopped and found himself next to the man who kept looking at him in fear.

« You ... it's not even your plan this ..»

He drew a sword and pointed it at the man's belly, his eyes full of hatred.

« You will pay for the affront and for what was about to happen in this room! »

He raised his sword, but I could not let him do it. I could not let it get stained with this crime.

I jumped up and stopped him, hugging him from behind and closing his eyes violently, praying that this would stop him. And it happened. The sword was not lowered and remained in the air, the outstretched arm, while the man on the ground, had repaired with both hands.

The proximity inebriates the nostrils of that scent of roses, mixed with something strong and masculine. I could very well feel his muscles, the muscles of his chest, where my hands were resting and the warmth of his back warming my chest.

« I ... please do not stain this room with blood. He does not stain his hands and his sword with blood. »

I whispered, putting my head on his back. He slowly lowered the arm with which he held his sword and barely turned his head to me and then looked at the man on the ground again.

« Get out. And that this serves you as a lesson. Do not ever get closer to this plane, not even to him, if you care about your filthy life. »

The man got up and ran away on all fours, leaving the two alone. The room fell into a deep silence and I did not leave, not very quickly. Only after a while did I detach myself from that embrace and knelt down, lowering myself completely.

« I beg your pardon. I did not want to ... but that man ... I did not want him to stain his blood. Please forgive me. »

He felt it in front of me as he lowered and laid the sword on the ground. He felt his hands on my shoulders and forced me to get up again, crossing his gaze, which at that moment had no traces of hatred, but only that little sweetness.

« Forgive me for what he had to see and suffer. She's fine, right? »

He nodded, but I put my weight on the ankle that had clenched me violently and let out a little moan. He noticed it and saw the purple mark on my snowy skin.

« I'm fine ... I'm fine, but please ... do not think about it anymore. I have to thank you for helping me again. Thank you, my Master. »

He looked at my face and stood up, bending over and picking me up, like a princess. I wrapped my arms around his neck and a slight redness appeared on my cheeks for that gesture.

« I can walk ... please do not disturb ... »

« Let me take a look at his ankle, mh? Then I can tell her if she can walk or not. »

I nodded a smile and he watched it for a long time, so much so that only when I stopped and looked down, he left the room, heading for mine.

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« You're a good-for-nothing! You do not even know how to place an order! »

« My Lady ... the Lord had entered earlier than expected. It was a grace if I was spared. »

« You have had grace from him, but not from me. I did not tolerate the fulfillment of my orders. Take it to the woods and kill it. I do not know what to do with this scrap. »

« No .. No, my Lady! Please! »

He was taken away and nothing was heard of him.