Prussian blue eyes scanned the dark woods all ways, being careful to
listen
to the sounds
of the night. The boy shuddered as he thought of the days when he had
been a
slave, before he'd managed to escape to claim freedom. However, while
he was
lost in his thoughts he failed to notice the men slowly creeping up on
him
ready to pounce. By the time he did notice, it was too late, the men
that
were sent after him had caught him once again. He was trapped. He drew
his
dagger, glaring at the fierce men that surrounded him, cursing under
his
breath at his carelessness. Their numbers were overwhelming; the boy
didn't
stand a chance. Within moments, he had been disarmed. They bound and
gagged
him, and he was brought before the head trader.

Well, well, look what we have here. A runaway…" The trader sneered.
"Don't
u like being a slave, boy?"

The men who had captured the boy sniggered in the background.

"So what do u think, John, should we punish him?" The head slave trader
asked, circling the young boy, who was glaring back defiantly.

"Oh yes, we should. Little slaves like this one need to be taught a
lesson
on how to behave." John stated, eyeing the young boy hungrily.

"I agree. Let's see how much he likes to runaway after this…"

The boy trembled with anger as the older man traced a finger down his
cheek,
bringing his face down to nip at the boy's lip, lapping up the blood
that he
drew. "I'm going to have fun with you tonight…" He muttered cruelly,
tying
the boy's hands behind his back. "You're never getting away from me
again.
If it wasn't for the price that your pretty face will bring in, I'd
keep you
for myself…"

The boy simply glared. He knew that if he struggled or protested, the
punishment would be ten times worse. At least he knew now that he was
going
to be traded…But there was no guarantee that his new owner would be any
nicer. In fact, the possibilities of finding someone nice were slim to
none.