Woah it took me forever to update this chapter :D Sorry for that, too much going on and too much sleep to catch up... Enjoy this update

The song is Remember That by BTOB

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While the Emperor Kongpob was searching eagerly for Arthit and slowly losing his mind the more minute passing by, something that was usual happened in a bedroom. The big bed was decorated beautifully with many red roses filled on the bed, lamps hanging on the wall giving dim light to enlighten the darkness. A handsome young man sat on the bed of roses, his hands leaned against the mattress to support his weigh, waiting for his present he would receive very soon. The door opened, a beautiful young woman dressed in a long white nightgown revealed herself in the front. The scenario would be romantic if it wasn't for the situation both of them were.

She entered the room, approaching the young man while smiling like she was thought to receive customers's favour. Yeah, you heard it right. Customer! He was a customer and she the slave whose work was to serve also entertain the customers giving to her. She began working here more than five years, better to say since the day she could think for herself. Even if she was forced to do such kind of work, she began to feel accustomated to it since the day she decided to live as a human shell without any feelings. If she wanted to survive in such cruel world then it was needed not to feel anything. No love. No sadness. No happiness. No worry and no fear. After throwing her emotions away to survive, it was easy for her to adapt to the situation and accept her fate as the slave who was born to entertain men and women in this century. Her fate was cruel, just like the fate of the many young women the slave hunters captured to earn money. It was the same fate a young man should share with them from now on. Arthit was bound to live as a slave too.

The slave sat on the young man's lap, giving him passionate kisses on the neck. He leaned back, closing his eyes to enjoy the entertainment he spent money for to grant himself a never forgotten night. It wasn't difficult for him, a man with wealthy household, to throw such big amount of money away for such entertainment. Although he was excited to feel joy this night, he couldn't get aroused from her. Her lips touching his skin felt boring. Her kisses on his neck tickled him. Boring... The more time she spent with him, the more annoyed he got with her presence.

He couldn't hold his anger back anymore so he pushed her aside to fall on the bed, screaming at the guard waiting outside to call the owner of this place. Since he was a rich regular of his bussiness, Wunna didn't wait long to appear in front of him. The young man waited in front of the room, his arms wrapping around his chest.

„How can I help you, master Pitcher?", Wunna gave him one of his biggest smile, it was also his bussiness smile he used to get more customers also their satisfaction and make them play according to his wishes.

„I want another object!", his voice was so firm like never before. Object was the name he called the women in this bussiness. Instead of the names like entertainer or slave most of the customers used, he preferred to call them object. Object that wasn't human in his eyes but only animals he could use to satisfy his lust and his curiosity.

„But... She's the best among my products...", product was the name Wunna gave his young slaves he robbed freedom from by buying them from their family or capturing them by using filthy methods. For him his slaves weren't humans to treat with emotions neither with utmost care but only products he could sell expensive to get more wealth than he already had.

There was something that made Pitcher and Wunna similar. They didn't respect the young girls but only saw them as plaything that didn't deserve any kind of love. Even if she was the best among his products, she failed to make him feel good this night. Pitcher was more than mad, his blood boiling in anger. Both of them walked in the corridor, Pitcher threatened him, giving him a second chance that he wanted another fresh meat he could taste or else he would never set foot in this house again. To never see Pitcher again, meant lose money for Wunna. The older man offered the younger one to see the new slaves, maybe he would find someone he liked. A big smile appeared on Pitcher's face, he followed the owner in another direction.

They arrived down in the basement. There was a room with big window that revealed the new slaves Wunna brought from his trip. There were six women sitting on the ground, some crying while being comforted by the other slaves. There was another person beside them, the person was different than the women master Pitcher met til now. It was a male slave. A beautiful one to be honest. His skin so pale like porcelain, his soft fingers so fragile that it could break if it was touched with a little force. His whole presence was surrounded by an unknown soft aura.

Pitcher and Wunna could observe the girls but the girls didn't notice them. It seemed that the mirror was black from the inside so they wouldn't recognize the customers. Pitcher couldn't take his eyes from Arthit. Something about the male slave caught his attention. It wasn't his gender that captured his attention but the deadly glare in the young man's eyes. It looked like his eyes were looking through Pitcher, threatening to kill him on the spot if he didn't take his fingers from him right now. One nasty habit that Picther couldn't get rid of, was that he loved challenges. Challenges aroused him, making his heartbeat increase and his blood stream too fast. The man sitting there looked like a hard challenge that tested his patience, his limit, his curiosity and his lust. He wanted that man. That fragile young man. But there was one more thing he was blind about: Look could be deceiving too. That young man named Arthit looked fragile but he was anything as soft. He was a beast with innocent face who would show his true self if he was in danger.

„I want him!", his voice so serious like never before, his finger pointing to the only male sitting next to the many women.

Wunna's eyes widened in surprise since he didn't expect Pitcher's choice. I didn't know that he preferred male over female... Wunna was already imagining how much money he would earn while using Arthit as his product. Surely many perverted men would love him. An evil smile appeared on his face, making his wrinkles more visible. The older man wasn't aware of how unsightly he always looked whenever he made such evil faces. Pitcher felt disgusted by his ugly face, telling him that he should send the male slave in his room. Of course the male slave needed to be prepared before being served to him. Which person would eat his midnight snack that wasn't prepared first? No one, right?

Pitcher returned in the bedroom the young girl already left. Due to him feeling too happy and excited, he couldn't hold back the victorious smile plastered in his handsome face. Meanwhile Wunna entered the room, scaring the crying slaves with his sudden appearance. Only Arthit remained calm althought he felt pain. Pain that came from his abdomen but slowly scattered in his whole body.

The older man crounched down in front of him, „Today is your lucky day... You're new but already have your first customer", he said with a mocking tone, of course he was enjoying this moment of victory so much. This young man's life was in his hand. And he couldn't wait to destroy it til he crumbled into tiny, scared and lost human being. He wanted Arthit to beg for mercy, licking on his shoes while apologizing for injuring his beautiful face.

Arthit panicked the moment he understood Wunna's warning. He was going to be used for entertainment purpose. Over his dead body! Never would he allow filthy man to touch him, his body that was only for Kongpob. However he panicked as soon as he noticed two bulky men approaching him, they grabbed at his arms then pulling him up to stand on his feet. Arthit was a man who never gave up without fighting first. He pulled himself back, hitting his back on the wall to make it hard for them to force him out of the prison. The girls were hiding somewhere in the corner to avoid Wunna, only the girl who saved him before wanted to help him but she was hold back by one of the slaves. Arthit stared to them, trying to receive help from them but he realized something after staring in their eyes. They were scared. But he couldn't resent nor blame them for abandoning him. The slave hunters were monsters they shouldn't mess him. They would never help him due to their fear toward the slave hunters.

Arthit refused to accepted defeat, he tensed his body and struggled in their grips. One of the bulky men lifted him up then carried him on his broad shoulders, the shorter man laying on his stomach on the enemy's shoulder. He protested, hitting on the guard's back but his plan to free himself failed many times. They brought him in a small room, there was a shallow hole digged in the ground, water filled in the hole. There were roses swiming in the water to make it smell nice. Two women waited in the bathtub for him. He recognized the left woman, she was the woman who gave them food to eat earlier. Whenever a product should be ready for work, here was the beautiful place she would get ready for her big night. Today it was Arthit's turn to ready himself for his first service by washing here, getting rid of the foul smell from his delicate body then wear elegant cloths.

He gulped hard, the guard yanking him forward to the young women who seemed to be slaves too. They tried to strip him down but the younger man fought against them to protect his pride and his dignity. The more movement he did, the stronger the pain in his abdomen got but he bit on his lips to ignore the pain. While struggling against them, his hand hit one of the three sharp pins one of the girl tied her hair together with. It fell down in the water, Arthit stepping his foot on it to hide the trace of the pin that was a deadly weapon. He calmed down suddenly.

„I'll do it myself...", his soft voice begged them to let him wash himself. He showed them his puppy eyes, they were filled with tears and shining like stars glowing in the night sky.

The crocodile tears he used to deceive and gain people's pity, worked perfectly this time too. The woman to the left sighed before agreeing to his condition a moment after, receiving an annoyed look from the second slave.

„Two?", the tall guard called her, he didn't agree to leave the slave alone. He came closer to her to whisper something in her ear, warning her to not trust a prisoner because he could use her soft heart to deceive her at the end. Everybody would use her for his or her own benefit. She would be punished to death if the slave died or escaped.

Although he wasn't in any position to worry about someone else, Arthit fell deep in thought, thinking about the reason why she was called Two. It was a number and not a name to call a human being. Somehow her situation reminded him of his best friend Maprang. She didn't have any name either til she met him and Kongpob gave her a name. Could it be that the two of them shared the same fate? I hope Maprang escaped successfully and managed to reach Kongpob. Arthit could only rely on her right now. If she did return to the palace, she would tell Kongpob about his whereabout. Of course he feared to meet his man's temper but to listen to Siam's Emperor nagging was much better than being emprisoned here and being a puppet and money source for those slave hunters.

The woman named Two refused to listen to the guard who seemed more soft toward her. „I can't leave you alone because of security's matter but we'll turn away while you can wash and dress properly...", it was the condition she gave for leaving him to take care of himself.

Arthit nodded as agreed to her condition. Even though he hated to be served by spectators and servants while bathing, he didn't have any choice as to act according to her wishes. He was in a situation he didn't have right to fight for his freedom. Two let the long gown on the ground then turned away to give him some privacy. The guard and the other woman followed Two's example and turned to face him with their back. Arthit used the opportunity to lay down on the water, quickly washing himself. He didn't even have the chance to bath in silence to get rid of the dirt and smell on his body. His delicate, beautiful body was scathed with bruises, those were marks of the many hit he received 3 days ago. He took a closer look at his body, feeling ashamed that he allowed his precious skin to be touched, hurted and tainted like that by slave hunters. It was the only treasure he could give Kongpob but now it was tainted. It wasn't pure anymore because of filthy men touching him. Tears filled his eyes. He wanted to keep his strong barriere he made to protect himself from breaking down but he was tired too. Dead tired! The pain in his abdomen spreading in his entire body didn't make it easier for him to keep fighting. Now he began regretting not listening to Kongpob's warnings. If he didn't act on his own, he wouldn't had put Maprang, the baby and himself in such grave danger. His craving for sweets, freedom and helping someone dear to him, brought him in this danger. If I return to Kongpob's side, I swear that I'll always listen to him. I won't disappoint him again.

He hold back the tears to not lose his sanity and show weakness. His warm hand touched his bump, at least he wanted to be clean at that spot. The baby should be clean and not tainted like himself because it was the only pure thing keeping him strong in this situation. Kong's and his baby's existence were giving him strength. Beside the thought of seeing Kongpob again, hugging him and feeling him everywhere on his skin, gave him hope to wait for Kongpob. He would see him soon and fell in his embrace.

The shorter man dried himself quickly. He stared at the long white gown that Two gave him. It was a transparent white gown that was supposed to reveal every of his body part, arousing the man upon seing him, the slave for the night. I should meet a perverted man and sleep with him in this embarassing cloths? Only over my dead body!

One thing was sure: This white gown would turn bloody red later! After wearing the cloths giving to him, he hide the pin under his sleeve, calling to his guard to bring him in the room where he was supposed to meet the customer. Before he left the bathroom, Two called him back to treat his wound on his leg first. It didn't bleed anymore but it was infected due to it not getting proper care in the last 3 days. She put some alcohol into it, Arthit clenching on his teeth to act thought, not allowing himself to scream nor showing any weakness.

While Two treated the wound and wrapped a clean silk around it, he couldn't take his eyes from her. He imagined Two to be Maprang. It was her duty to treat his injuries just like Two was doing. His eyes turned blurry for a few second, he was worried about his wellbeing but he ignored the signals his body was showing him, telling himself that he would be alright. Even though he felt hot all the sudden, he choose to bit on his tongue and keep fighting. He lost his balance and almost fell down but Two hold onto him, asking him if he felt pain anywhere. Arthit shook his head, telling her to lead the way to his customer.

As they arrived in front of the customer's room, Two, the guard and the second woman left him there. Wunna approached him, revealing a creepy smile, mocking him for the mission he was assigned to as punishment.

„He's my dearest customer so treat him well!", it sounded like a warning but it was said half in a serious and half in a mocking tone.

The younger man ignored him, the door was opened by another guard. He waited there, his body hairs raising in fear but he forced his feet to enter the bedroom. There he was, the man assigned to him. But to his surprise he didn't encounter a perverted, old rich man with long beard and a dirty, creepy smile plastered on his face like he imagined but a young handsome man. A man not much older than him, maybe five to eight years older. Not only was he good looking but tall too. Taller than Kongpob but not handsome as him. No one would reach his man's standard anyway. He waited in front of the door, his feet refusing to take another step.

Pitcher did the first step, approaching him, mustering him from head to toes. Arthit's eyes filled with disgust, danger and hatred were glaring at him, boring a hole onto him. Such intense staring signalised danger but Pitcher felt otherwise. He liked the deadly glare in his eyes, it raised his adrenaline, his lust and his curiosity. There was nothing exciting than a challenge he wanted to win no matter the circumstance. With a single hand movement, the guard closed the door, stepping some meters away from the room to give them privacy. It was the first time that the regular customer, Pitcher asked for privacy. It showed how much he wanted and adored the young man in front of him. His hand approached Arthit but the latter didn't even flinch like every woman he met for the first time did whenever he tried to touch them. Obeying him was boring. Tough, huh? I like it rough too... Pitcher was surprised about the new hobby he developed this night. He liked challenges but he never liked dangerous plays but he would like to play dirty and dangerous with this male slave. The back of his hand touched Arthit's cheek, his finger caressing the latter's smooth skin. Arthit hated it, would like to step back or kill him on the spot but he needed to hold back his murderous intention for the right moment.

„Soft... How come a man has such fine and delicate skin...", it was a question that didn't need an answer to it. Something was odd for Pitcher. He knew too well which kind of slaves Wunna always preferred to capture. Most likely women without family to look for them in case they disappeared. Women who feared violence over nothing so they would always obey to avoid getting hurt. They were fragile and scared women. But this man was different. Not like the usual product he brought to sell. He was strong, beautiful and full of love and hope. Someone who was loved by a family. Someone who had someone who cared deeply for him. His skin was taken care of properly, meaning that he came from a rich household. Who was the man in front of him? Who was the forbidden fruit that was tempting him but he shouldn't taste for his own sake?

Pitcher's lips curved up into a sweet smile, „I'm Pitcher... May I know your name?", he tried to use his friendly, masked facade to win his trust. But he did a mistake! Arthit wasn't a man to be convinced so easily. He witnessed too much that he would let him convince him with such poor performance.

Arthit didn't answer, he was just staring at him, shouting warning in his direction. Pitcher felt aroused by his behaviour, his genitale formed, begining to feel hard by just looking at Arthit's beautiful, round face. The taller man decided to take a step further, crawling his hand from the shorter man's back down to his waist, wrapping his arm around Arthit's hips. He pulled him closer in his arms, smelling on the rosy smell on the younger one's neck. He took a deep, long breath, enjoying the smell that took over his senses, making him go crazy. His lips touched Arthit's shoulder, the latter feelings disgusted all the sudden, shuddering in disgust. As Arthit couldn't take it anymore, he hold the sharp pin out, pointing it at Pitcher's neck.

„I'll kill you if you move an inch!", the dangerous side came out of Arthit, he was dead serious to kill him on the spot.

Pitcher smiled, apparantly he didn't take him serious. The pin went slowly in Pitcher's skin, blood dripping from the wound. It was a foretaste of the painful things Arthit was capable of doing to him. Pichter finally took him serious, raising his arms to surrender.

„Do you think I came here to be played by perverted man like you?", he stared down at Pitcher's pants, the taller man's genitale already forming into a bulg. Disgusted about his behaviour, he raised his voice at him, „You filthy scumbag!", he yelled at him, hitting his knee on the man's sensitive part of his body.

Pitcher felt immense pain down there, the pain spread in his body. He hold onto his manhood, stepping back til he hit against the bed and fell down. Arthit went down to him, pointing the pin over his eye, only a few inches seperated the sharp weapon from his eye. He threw every kind of dirty insult he learned from the servants at him, gritting his teeth at him.

„Instead of saving the girls with your money, you prefer to take advantage of them. Only to satisfy your lust!", he yelled at him again, wanting to ram the pin in Pitcher's genitale but it only pierced through the ground, only a few inches away from the bulg between his legs.

Because his manhood still hurted, he couldn't move freely like he wanted. Arthit teared a piece of silk from his gown, bounding Pitcher's mouth to keep him from screaming for help. Now Pitcher didn't have any choice as to listen to Arthit's request. He nodded his head that he wouldn't fight back but help him to escape. Apparantly he was enjoying the game he didn't had to see everyday in this shitty mousehole. It was the first time someone stood up to him, threatened him and screamed at him. That male slave was daring after all. Now he didn't only want to play with Arthit. He wanted him. He wanted to tame that young man whose name he didn't know til now.

Arthit hold the pin against his neck, ordering him to stand straight at his feet, forcing him to move with him to the window. They went there whereupon the younger one looked outside. Unfortunately he could only look at this side of the huge mansion. They were many guards outside, many trees surrounded them too so he couldn't see far either. It seemed like they were in a forest, surely far away from Siam's capital.

Arthit yanked Pitcher to the bed, shoving him to sit down on the ground. „Man like you don't deserve any pity. You should be killed mercilessly for toying with those innocent girls. You should think with your brain instead with your thing down there. I can see that you're not an average man but someone great. What happened to someone as great as you that you prefer to spent your money on dirty things instead of helping, huh?", he teached him a lesson while taking him in captivity. He teared another piece of his cloths to bind him on the but Pitcher wasn't a man to get captured so easily either.

He grabbed at Arthit's hand that was holding the pin, turning it so much that it made a crack sound. His wrist sprained, Arthit let out a cry of pain, the pin falling down to the ground. The taller man's hand touched Arthit's bottom, kneading it in a provokative way. Arthit slapped him across his face all the sudden, panting in anger. He wanted to hit him on the face but the latter grabbed at his other hand, reacting fast, wrapping his arms around his back then pinning him down to the ground. Now Arthit found himself in his captivity, he couldn't fight himself out of his grip even though he struggled much to free himself. Because of his sprained wrist he couldn't fight much back, the older one took the cover from his own mouth, coming closer to Arthit, threatening to kiss him. Arthit wanted to hit his forehead on Pitcher's head but the taller man was clever and saw through him, tilting his head aside to avoid the hit.

Pitcher gave him a kiss on his cheek to provoke him, Arthit's eyes widened in shock. He was blushing, not knowing why he didn't get angry but instead embarrassed and even revealed his blushed expression. Kongpob will kill me if he finds out about it. Instead of worrying about his life, he was more worried about Kongpob's reaction of him getting kissed by another man. He would snap out if he knew that he even blushed to that man. I'm doomed.

Pitcher stared into Arthit's eyes, giving him a big smile. While he was smiling all ear, Arthit was panting in rage, his eyes filled with hatred, they were shining. Pitcher was determined to tame the rabid puppy under him.

„Guard!", Pitcher yelled, finally calling help.

The bulky slave hunter immediately entered the bedroom, asking himself how the situation escalated so quickly between them. He realized the pin on the ground, finally grasping the situation. He grabbed at Arthit's arms, yanking him with force to make him stand at his feet. Now Arthit's injured leg and his sprained wrist were hurting like hell, he whined in pain. Wunna entered the room upon hearing the commotion. His anger on Arthit raised the moment he realized that Arthit tried to kill his precious customer. He wanted to slap Arthit but Pitcher grabbed at his hand to block the hit, protecting the slave.

„Don't hurt him!", he was serious and determined, his blood boiling in excitement. „I want you to lock him up in another room, far away from the girls! I'll come to buy him tomorrow". Now his attention turned to the the shorter man.

Arthit panicked upon hearing Pitcher wanting to buy him. However Wunna saw big money as soon as he heard Pitcher's intention of buying his new slave. He ordered the guard to take him in another room. The guard did as ordered but Arthit didn't make it easy for him, struggling, pulling here and there. The bulky slave hunter wrapped his arms around Arthit's chest, lifting him up then carrying him in a tiny room far away from the new slaves. When Arthit was outside their earshot, Pitcher turned to face Wunna, making an evil expression.

„Don't allow him to see any customer neither a glimpse of light or a single person! Don't give him anything to eat and drink for one day. I'll deal with his pride after I bought him and brought him in my home...", Since he intended to tame him, he decided to make him suffer only to bring him out of his misery, it would make him his life saviour. According to himself Arthit would look up to him and only listen to his order from now on.

The guard threw Arthit on the bed, hitting the door close behind him. Arthit ran to the door, turning on the doorknob to open it but it was closed from outside. He hit many times on the door but nobody opened it for him. All the sudden his stomach hurted like something in him was twisting and tearing him apart. He clenched against his bump, letting out a faint cry of pain. His cry of pain raised, he screamed for help.

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Many minutes already passed away but no one answered to his cry for help. Arthit clenched around his stomach, falling down to his knees. He couldn't take the pain anymore, he fell to the ground, making himself small like a ball. The door got open, Two came in the tiny empty room that contained only a bed and a tiny window. She thanked the guard for letting her in, the man told her to be quick before Wunna returned to them. She realized Arthit laying on the ground, whritting in pain.

She kneeled in front of him, „Young man... Young man... Please, hang on there...", she touched on his forehead, noticing that his forehead was burning up.

Arthit got a high fever due to his infected wound and him not eating much in the last 3 days. Two called the guard to help her carry Arthit to the bed. He didn't want to help a product but he carried him there since he knew Two for ages and saw a little sister he never had in her. Just like most of the slave hunters loved her as their little sister. As soon as the guard left to guard the door, she sat on the edge of the bed, caressing on his head. Arthit was trembling, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He was sweating, Two dashed out of the room to only come back with a bowl full with lukewarm water and a long piece of silk without being suspicious to anyone she met on her way here.

Meanwhile Arthit calmed down, only gasping for air, losing his consciouness because of the high temperature. She sat down beside Arthit, diving the piece of silk in the water, wringing it then putting it carefully on Arthit's hot forehead. Arthit opened his eyes, looking at her but he couldn't keep his conciouness, couldn't even lift his finger. His vision turned blurry, he lost his conciouness, his arms falling onto the bed, he was motionless as if life left him forever.

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Arthit moved his eyes, blinking them many times before waking up. He looked around, his vision falling onto the ceiling first. When his eyes wandered around, he realized that he was still in the tiny room he was locked in, meaning he was still in the slave hunter's captivity. Kongpob didn't arrive yet to save him. A heavy sigh escaped his mouth. He sat up, leaning his back against the wall. His eyes were staring space at the door, he seemed empty as if he didn't have any emotion to feel anymore. Someone approached him. It was Two, his life saviour. She sat beside him on the bed, holding somehting steamed wrapped in a silk.

„Why did you do that?", it was Arthit's first question, his first words to her after waking up from his long sleep.

„What do you mean?", she was confused about the question.

„Why did you save me? Why didn't you ignore me like most of your FRIENDS did?", it sounded like he was accusing her of being an accomplice, one of those filthy bastards who were selling girls for money. Arthit was seeking for revenge for what they did to him.

She shrugged off, „I just did what I think was right...", she looked on her lap to avoid his face. She mumbled, „Beside I did it because you seemed to know One..."

Now it was Arthit's turn to be confused. He didn't need to ask her for explaination since she was going to tell him the story behind her heroic action anyway. One was the young woman Arthit was with in the ship. The young girl he saved to let himself to be captured. Maprang!

„Maprang?", Arthit asked.

Two nodded, explaining Arthit that One was like her younger sister years ago. „Her name is Maprang also", she uttered her name, feeling happy for her for having a name. Something she wished for but would never have. She was only a sex slave. A slave with no name! A human being with a number as name. Maprang... It suits you very well...

Two began telling him her story about Maprang. How they met 14 years ago as they were four years old. Both of them were bought from Wunna from their parents at the same time. It was the first time Arthit listened to his best friend's story. A story she never told him till the end. According to Two, Maprang was born in Burma but her parents were from Siam and not from Burma, a painful truth that Maprang wasn't aware of til now. Although Two was older, they named her Two because of some reasons. Because Maprang was the best in her work, Wunna gave her the name One, his first child who was obedient but also rebellious at the same time. She always managed to get rich customers and brought them in their mansion. At first they were only doing chores and cleaning since they were too young for this kind of bussiness. Until six years ago, Wunna offered some work only for women who were willingly to do such kind of entertainment in the red light district to earn money. But his bussiness failed when the women choose dignity and family over money. From that time on, he turned evil and captured innocent, homeless women for his desire. He even used One and Two for money as they grew up and got more beautiful.

Someday One couldn't resist such unfair life anymore so she planed to escape. Originally Two should accompany her but she was too scared of the consequences that she stayed behind for her own sake while Maprang ran away. The consequences she feared were the kind of life they would lead on the run. What if Wunna found them? He would kill them! What if they didn't find anyone to help them and take them in? They would starve to death! Because of such scary thougth, she decided to stay behind and help Maprang to escape alone. Up until now she took care of the new slaves who were brought in. A sad and painful fate she would never escape from. Tears filled her eyes while telling her story, she smiled at Arthit, „I don't know how you met her but I thank you for rescuing her and taking her in..."

Arthit pitied her but he didn't let it be shown. Surely she would be ashamed if he was too obvious about it. He smiled back at her, revealed the day he met Maprang and Kongpob to her. He ended his story with the truth that Kongpob, his man, gave Maprang this name. It was a name from Siam, suiting her since she was a native from Siam. He was happy for knowing more about Maprang but he felt somehow sad. Sad that he was about to lose a connection to his home Burma. He loved Maprang but he felt bounded to her because she shared something with him. Something they had in common. It was their homeland Burma. But now that he found out about her being from Siam, he felt like falling into a dark hole. Now he didn't have anyone coming from Burma anymore. He was alone, alone in a stranger's country. A country he was the only stranger. He hugged himself, making himself small. The more time he spent in this cold darkness, the closer he got from turning insane. Surely he would break down if he didn't run away from here.

Arthit's stomach rumbled, revealing that he was hungry. Two smiled, offering the steamed bread he hold in the silk. The shorter man covered his nose to prevent himself from smelling the foul smell of the fruit that was torturing him deep inside. He almost puked but controlled himself to not vomit right now. He shoved her hand away, surprising Two with his sudden dislike towards the sweet bread.

„I... I need something else to eat... Please....", Arthit begged, hoping she would help him after listening to his plead.

„I only have this bread for you... The other food are for the slave hunters...", she hold the bread with the smelling fruit in front of him, offering it him to eat to gain his strength.

Oon forced himself to eat this smelly bread in those last 3 days for his baby's sake but he needed nutrition and pain killers to survive. He couldn't endanger his baby's life anymore by hiding his existence from her. He took her hand, resting it on his bump, forcing a smile on his lips. She realized a bump raised in his stomach but she couldn't puzzle the jigsaw now.

„I want to introduce myself first... I'm Arthit... And I'm pregnant...", there was the secret only four people knew til now. Tears formed in his eyes, they were rolling down while telling her the truth about his pregnancy and the reason why he had to force himself to gulp down the bread offered to him to stay alive. Everything was for the baby... And for Kongpob.

She gazed at Arthit's face then down between his legs to make sure that he was a man and not a woman. Arthit remained serious, his tears rolling down nonstop. She immediately took her hand from his stomach away, stepping back while shaking her head. Two screamed at him for lying to her, his saviour who saved him from dying from high fever. Arthit walked over to her, taking her hand and caressing her palm on his stomach.

„I can't tell you the details but I'm really pregnant. That's why I couldn't enjoy this bread but had to gulp it down for my baby's sake... Please, you have to believe me...". Arthit told her the whole truth about the experience a physician did to him.

She stuttered, mumbling that it was impossible for a man to get preagnant. Even though she couldn't believe it wholeheartedly, something in Arthit's shining eyes made her believe him too. Beside he saved Maprang years ago and even took her as his best friend. She denied that he was a liar. She decided to believe him for a moment because there wasn't any advantage for him for lying to her.

„Okay... I'll believe you... Even if it's impossible, I believe that you're... telling the truth". If he was pregnant then Wunna should never found out the existence of this innocent baby. A pregnant product would destroy his bussiness so he would want to get rid of it. Just like he did to countless women. Just like he did to her few months ago too. Yeah she was pregnant too but Wunna made her abort the child. Her baby! So she would help this baby if it was really developing in this man's womb. At least she should save this tiny soul forming in his body. A tiny human being who was fighting to survive.

A bright smile appeared on Arthit's face. He took her hands, thanking her for believing in him. He grabbed at his chance to ask her for getting food for him and the unbborn baby. Not only nutitions but pain killers to ease the pain torturing him. Those were the thing he needed to survive til Kongpob arrive to bring him back home.

Two tiptoed in the kitchen, opening every bowl only to find a rice balls laying there. She took four of them since a pregnant person needed much vitamins. After hiding the food in a silk, she took the way to another room where medicine where hiding. However she couldn't enter the room since an interesting conversation occured in the room next to the medicine's bunker. It was Wunna's secret office where he would meet important customers. There was a woman standing in front of Wunna, wearing complete black, a long black gown and a long hat with chest-length veil that covered her face, hidding her identity. There was some powerful aura coming from her, signalising that she was powerful and a person not to mess with. Even the evil Wunna didn't dare to oppose to her. Two women were behind her, apparantly they were strong female fighter protecting their master. The woman in back threw a black back on the desk, the content scathering onto the table. There were many gold coins in the bag. Wunna's eyes shone bright for the gold before him.

„Bring that filthy dog to Burma's new royalty... Tell them it's the Emperor's weakness. It's a present for them from their ally in Siam...", there was the only answer the mysterious woman gave him.

„With filth dog...", Wunna was thinking hard, caressing on the beard on his chin. He gasped in shock when he finally understood her. „The male slave?"

The woman didn't even reply but only took the direction to the entrance. Two stepped back to avoid being discovered, hiding in a corner, falling deep in thought. She searched for the inside pocket in her long gown, fishing out a golden dagger. She reminisced the salewoman's words when she went in the market for grocery shopping this morning. As she asked about the crest on the golden dagger, the older woman laughed at her that it must be fake. According to the old women, it wasn't original because a person like her would never get her finger on Siam's Emperor's dagger. Only now did she understood the meaning behind the saleswoman's word. The dagger with the gold crest was Siam's royalty's symbole. Who are you really Arthit?

Two ran back to Arthit, telling him about the mysterious woman she met with Wunna in the basement. Arthit asked her whether she saw the woman's face but she couldn't describe her since her veil hide her identity. She asked Arthit about his identity, showing the gold dagger she found on the ground the day he was captured in the ship. Unfortunately he couldn't tell her about his identity as Burma's crown prince who was supposed to be dead. He couldn't even tell her about the relationship between the Emperor and him. He could put Kong in great danger if he mentioned about their love. He kept shup about it not because he didn't trust her but because he didn't want to endanger her too by letting her knowing too much. It was better for her if she didn't knew too much about them. It was more enough that she was aware of his pregnancy. Her life was miserable enough and he didn't have to make it worse. There was one thing he was sure about: He would cause a huge calamity if they return him to Burma. To Emperor Jay. It would cause war between Burma and Siam because Kongpob would want him back and Jay would use him for his own sake.

„I have to get out of here!", he hold onto Two's shoulders, begging her to help him escape from this building filled with insane persons.

„No... No... I can't help...", she shook her head.

He interrupted, „Think about the baby... Me and the baby will die if you don't help me...", it wasn't done on purpose but his words were piercing through her like sharp knives, raising her guitly feeling for losing her own baby. He wasn't aware of it but managed to break the strong protective wall she build around her to protect herself by mentioning about the baby. „You couldn't help Maprang that time because you was weak... But you're strong and brave now. We need your help and you're the only one who could help us...", he pleaded.

Two fell in deep thought, guilty feelings eating her from inside. Her heart hurting, she felt like her chest was being teared apart too. Her baby died because she was weak but she could help Arthit out here, bringing him to a safer place where the child would have a chance to survive. She went up in her room only to return with slave hunter's cloths. Arthit wore the dark cloths, disguising himself as a slave hunter to not be recognized by anyone. She lied to the guard guarding the door that their master was calling for him whereupon the big man rushed there to not be punished for being too later. Two and Arthit used the opportunity to run out of the room. As they met guards on their way, they only played natural, bowing down their head. Because of Arthit disgusing himself as a hunter, the other hunters didn't discover his disguise yet. They managed to arrive outside, they hide in a corner behind a wall. Arthit sneaked a peek to a woman climbing in an entourage, two other women who were dressed as female bodyguard climbed on the sit of the entourage too.

„Let's go home...", the woman ordered from her femals bodyguards.

Arthit gasped in shock when he finally recognized the woman's voice. Anger filled in him, he clenched his hands. Two shaking at his shoulder, averted his attention back to her. Two and Arthit took the direction in the forest, searching for the exit out of this hell. His injured leg hurted but he bit on his lips, forcing himself to keep going instead of slowing them down due to a minor injury. On their way to freedom, Arthit felt something wet down there after moving too much around. Blood... He was bleeding again. The darkness slowly faded away, the sun raising from its deep sleep, embellishing the scary forest with its warm, red light over the horizont. It was finally dawn.

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Meanwhile Kongpob was riding on Ma in the front, closely followed by his strong and loyal soldiers. The royal physician's Wade who came to them to provide concubine Oon with his medicine, was between them. Together they were on their way to rescue Arthit. Now they entered the forest, the place where Wunna's mansion was located in. Please be safe, Arthit... Wait a little bit for me... I'll bring you back home... With a determined look in his face, he clenched onto the rope around Ma, riding faster foward, the same direction where Arthit and Two were running to too. Soon they would meet again, Arthit falling into Kongpob's embrace and promising him that he would never disobey him again. Promising him that he would to stay always next to him, not even death can seperate them.

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Thanks for reading the story til to this chapter :) I would like to know your opinion about this update :D What do you think of Pitcher? Kongpob is just a little bit away from saving Arthit... I like his character :D Write down your opinion in the comment section...