Chapter one: A new job has to start with a smile!

When Lukas saw the tall and blond man walking towards them, he first trembled. The man didn't look that serious, but his body and height made Lukas a little bit uncomfortable. He didn't know what that man wanted him for, it could be as a sex toy or just toy in general. He didn't like any of those options.

"You sure, sir?" The man nodded and took out the money from his wallet, handing it to his captor, who happily took the money and stopped holding Lukas' arm "All yours"

"Thanks" The blond man grabbed the chain that was chained to his neck and began to pull, really slow, like not wanting to hurt the Norwegian, which made Lukas frown. But he didn't say anything at all. In fact, he preferred if his new owner was nice to him, since nobody had been like that to him in all those years he'd been kidnapped.

He started to walk, following him to his car. Not saying anything, not a word nor making any sound, he got in and sat next to the driver's seat. He played with his fingers, nervous enough to feel like suffocating inside that big and red car. In his life he had been in such an expensive vehicle, his family couldn't afford it and it wasn't like he wanted one, he thought that all he needed was a bike or a small car, not anything else and less that expensive.

He sighed when the other entered as well.

"My name is Mathias" Was what he said before turning the car on and leaving that place and those men behind.

He was kind of happy, he would never see them again. No more. They wouldn't hurt him more.

The ride to Mathias' house was quiet, which seemed to bother the older one, but didn't say anything. Lukas thought that maybe a small talk would work. He wasn't good at talking and now less that all of that happened to him, but he had to try and not make his owner angry.

"W-what country are we in?" He asked, knowing that he wasn't in Norway anymore. The buildings seemed different as well as the fact that his ex-captor mentioned that he was Norwegian as an extra point.

"Hmm? Denmark, right in Copenhagen" Was what the Dane said and Lukas nodded. He wasn't that away from home, still, it made him a little sad that he wasn't going to go back to his homeland. Not that he didn't like Denmark, he did but leaving his language, his culture and his life back there was not easy. He couldn't even complain, he no longer belonged there. He hadn't spoken Norwegian in a while, though, it seemed that his captors weren't even from Europe, but he couldn't guess, they spoke to him in English and so, he had to answer them back using it "Why- wait, yeah, you're Norwegian, aren't you?"

Mathias seemed more relaxed now that they were talking. He knew it was that. Maybe Mathias felt guilty for buying him? But that saved his life, so he shouldn't be. He didn't want to go back there either, so it was better if he behaved appropriately.

"Yes, I am" Was what he replied. He wanted to say something more, but the sight of a big house caught his attention. The colors of the walls gave a homely feeling, like if you were visiting your old grandparent's house. There were big trees surrounding the mansion as well as a little lake that could be seen from the front yard.

It would give him a headache clean all of that.

"So? Let's go" Mathias turned the car off when he parked in front of the main door, that was an old-looking one.

Lukas did as he was told and got out of the car, following Mathias, walking behind him and looking around. He saw some flowers that were just about to die in the garden. They just needed some water. He wondered if Mathias even cared about nature.

"This is the living room. Martha is the one that cleans it. You could help me with the rooms on the second floor and leave Martha the first" He ended up talking more to himself than to Lukas, but he didn't mind. He was listening anyway. They both walked upstairs and Lukas was amazed.

Did he really have to clean all those rooms? It was almost like and an endless hall full of doors. The Dane noticed his expression since he let out a chuckle.

"So many? Don't worry, most of them have nothing inside, so you just have to mop the floor" He said, smiling and opening one of the doors at the end of the hall "This is going to be your room. I'm sorry if it doesn't have anything yet, buying you wasn't my plan, to be honest" He seemed a little guilty, Lukas noticed, again.

He knew that maybe that man wasn't one that was buying people like he bought candies, so he tried to understand him.

"It wasn't?"

"No, I was just there because Gilbert invited me. I just couldn't let them... you know, what they do when no one is bought... I saw you and I knew that I couldn't leave you there" He admitted and that surprised the Norwegian.

He didn't know what he had to answer to that, so he just walked into the room with his head down, staring at the floor. Mathias stepped in as well, admiring the big bedroom. It had a big king size bed, a closet, and its own bathroom. He now just had to buy some clothes for Lukas to wear.

"I think I have a key that could help with this chain… wait here!" Mathias ran out the room as Lukas sat down on the edge of the giant bed. He smiled, barely noticeable. He had never had such a big bed, not even before he was kidnapped, so, it felt nice to have all that space just for him. Thinking about his past, made him remember his little brother.

He wondered if Emil was okay.

A loud noise made him turn his head towards the door, where he saw Mathias with a big box and a small bag that he had just dropped. He walked in and let the box on the coffee table in front of the bed "Here are some clothes, I don't think you will be very comfortable with that bunny dress" Mathias then went to grab the bag again and took out a smaller box that had some keys in it and began to look for the one he needed.

It didn't take that much time until the Dane had found the key he was looking for and used it to remove the chain from Lukas' neck. He grimaced when he noticed that it was all red, almost turning to violet. He wondered how much time he had had that around his neck. But he didn't want to ask, it seemed that Lukas had suffered a lot through the time he had spent there, maybe he would ask later when he trusted him more.

"I will give you some painkillers if it hurts" Mathias passed his finger, trying to see if he was alright.

"It doesn't"

"Just in case. While I look for them, you can see if anything in the box fits you" He left the room before Lukas could say anything.

Given the order, he began to check the clothes and decided to use some adjustable pants and a large white shirt. Back in the auction, they taught him how to behave once he was bought and even if Mathias didn't seem the type of owner that would punish him -or he hoped so- he had to obey without complaining.

He began to undress and then he put the other clothing on, feeling like his old self again. It wasn't what he would usually wear, but it made him feel human again, not an object, just Lukas Bondevik, but not the sixteen-year-old anymore. He wondered how old he was now.

"I found some, I also brought some wat-" He lifted his head and examined the Norwegian. He looked kind of cute with his clothes. He left the glass of water and the box of painkillers besides the bigger box full of clothing and turned to Lukas again "So, they fit you!"

"Yeah…"

"We will go to buy some more tomorrow!" Lukas looked down. It had been a while since he went to a mall, it made him nervous, but nodded anyway.

After a brief silence, Lukas decided that he had to ask, he wanted to know. More than anything. He sighed before letting his voice out.

"Can you tell me… what year is it?" His voice was cracking for the sole daring of breaking one of the rules he had been taught. Still, he wanted to hold on the idea of Mathias being nice, he had been all the time since he bought him.

"Two thousand seventeen, why?" Lukas was shocked by the answer he got. So, it had been seven years since he was sixteen.

"I'm twenty-three now…" He replied more to himself than to Mathias, who noticed the shocked expression on his face. Worried, he decided to ask him.

"Is that bad?"

"I was kidnapped when I was sixteen. I can't believe they didn't kill me for seven years" What surprised him the most, was that he had lasted that long.

Mathias bit his lower lip, feeling sorry for him. And then, a million questions filled his mind. Did Lukas have a family? If so, were they still looking for him? Did they think he was dead? What about his friends? His education? If he was sixteen when all of that was taken away from him, that meant that Lukas didn't even finish high school. He then thought that maybe, instead of making him clean, he should sign him up in a school or hire a private teacher if Lukas felt uncomfortable around people.

"I'm sorry"

He turned to face the Norwegian again. He stared at him, not knowing why he was apologizing.

"Sorry for what?"

"Asking you a question. They taught me to be quiet" That was the moment Mathias fully understood what was happening and felt really bad for him. Did he really think he was going to punish him for being curious? It made him angry just thinking that the level of abuse in that place should have been that bad for making someone like this.

"Don't apologize, Luke, you are free now. You don't have to follow any of those stupid rules anymore" That seemed to calm him down a little. He smiled and placed his hand on Lukas' shoulder "Let's get dinner"

Lukas stared at him for a moment, before silently nodding. He knew it would take him some time to fully trust Mathias, but he was willing to try. Maybe they could even become friends.

With that thought in mind, he let a small smile appear on his face.

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sorry for the grammar!