Pets, not Slaves

Chapter 4

I hear a knock at my door just as four guards come in and shove the new pet to the floor.

"Hey! Careful! No damaged property!" I call out to the guards.

"Sir, I am willing to no longer be paid in return for this human dead." One of the guards says, tugging his hair.

"Stop giving everyone trouble, human." I sigh, getting up.

"What, like this?" He laughs, jumping up to his feet and quickly snatching the guards gun before they could grab him. Instantly the other four guards pointed their guns.

"You do not have permission to shoot, no matter what. My new personal project is for this human to respect others."

"Oh, I respect humans." The boy laughs, shooting the window, ducking as it shatters, and climbing through it. The guards race after him except for the one who was complaining earlier.

"Sir, may I suggest having someone with you at all times? I don't think you know what the boy is capable of." He says, bowing his head slightly in respect.

"Give me time. And no weapons needed. Now, go help find him." I say, and watch as the last guard leaves before heading to the infirmary.





Of course, he's in the medical room with that girl. I watch him for a few minutes before entering the room. He made no attempts to escape, no attempts to hide, he didn't even grab the knife in front of him. Well, until I stepped into the room.

"Don't point that at me. She will be alright. It's nearly midnight, come with me." I say calmly. He pushes a lock of her hair behind her ear before following me.

"Thank you for not throwing a fit." I say, but he doesn't respond.

"Oh, and the guy earlier, Ethan, he has nearly as much power as I do, and will look for a reason to get you killed. If he shoves your face in the dirt, you thank him. Understand me?" I say, but he only nods. I alert the guards that I have him and to cancel the search.

"Strip." I command, closing the door behind me. He just stares at me.

"Go on" I motion. He sighs and quickly takes off his jeans. Servants, or pets as I like to call them, are only dressed in tight black skinny jeans, and usually aren't given shirts unless it's freezing outside. They aren't given underwear or shoes.

I feel him shiver as I run my fingers over some of the tattoos, and lets out a grunt of disgust as I get closer to his butt.

"Each master only gave you one tattoo?" I ask. He nods.

"I recognize the skull and cross bones, demon kings imprint. How long where you there?" I ask, Running my fingers over the tattoo. When you get a new slave, you give them a tattoo. The same tattoo as you give the rest of your slaves. It's almost like a brand, or the tags they put on cows ears.

"Only a week." He says, cringing as I touch his face.

"You escaped?" I ask, examining the tattoo again.

"Kidnapped. I was working in the field with Mariah when a group of vampires took us." He says. Even when I'm not touching him he stays tense and alert. Being naked probably isn't helping the fact, but with so many tattoos he must be used to it.

"How long ago was that?" I ask.

"I'm unsure. I lost track of days. Not too long ago, though."

"And this one?" I ask, running over the pair of wings tattooed on his lower back.

"The angels. They were very different than the ones in legends and religions." He says.

"Terrible creatures. The meanest ones have the kindest faces."

"Yea, I know." he replies, not looking at me.
"Yea yea whatever. What about the stars on your ankles." I ask.

"The time lords." He replies.

"But they no longer exist?"

"There are two left in existence. They escaped Galafray before it exploded. A happy couple living in space with the stars."

"They could wipe out the earth! Time and everything!" I yell. Time lords can travel through time, and could destroy the universe with the snap of their fingers.

"They live in a small blue box in space. They were kind, and loved the planet." He says. There's no emotion in his voice, so different from earlier. It's annoying having a boring slave that speaks with no emotion and uses his words carefully.

"CMON!!!! Your so boring. Hit me, spit on me. Do something!" I whine, tugging his arm.

"Punch me. Go on, you won't go in trouble." I say.

"Is that an... Is that... Is..." Before he can finish, he falls. I drop down to my knees, and see that he's fast asleep. I instantly call the head of patrol over.

"Why is he asleep!? What did you do!?" I yell, but he doesn't wake up.

"Sir, you chose a suicidal slave. He was about to shoot himself. We gave him stunning spray that only lasted an hour, and then sleep medicine."

"So that's why he was so calm? How much did you give him?" I ask. The guard looks down at his feet nervously.

"Well he's alive, that's a plus."

"You tried to kill him!?" I yell, officially pissed.

"Not exactly, just not being careful. I-" he starts, before I interrupt.

"No. Next time you fuck up, your out of here. Now go." I demand.

I sigh and pick up the boy. He's lighter than I thought he would be, and that's saying a lot since he's so skinny.

"Yet you needed four guards to control you." I chuckle, gently putting him on the bed. I neatly fold his pants and put it on the bed side table, before pulling the covers up for him and getting into bed myself.

I watch him for a minute. He looks anxious and scared even in his sleep. I lean over and brush his hair off his face before kissing his forehead.

I laugh when I realize I don't even know his name. "Maybe you'll be calm enough to talk to tomorrow." I chuckle, before turning off the lights. I join him in sleep a few minutes later.

Notes

THEY ANNOUNCE THE FIRST FIVE BANDS PLAYING AT WARPED TOUR TODAY! Who else is planning to go to warped this summer?