chapter3

The boy awoke. He was staring at a white ceiling. He wiggled his toes because they felt a bit num. Then wiggled his fingers because his right hand felt a bit heavy.

Spencer stared down at his hand. His eyes widen when he saw there was a big needle sticking out. He rose to a sitting position with wide eyes. His breathing became heavy and quick.

He looked around the room.

"W-where am I?" He asked to no one.

"You're in the hospital."

Spencers head turned to the voice. It was the tall dark man. It seemed he came out of a bathroom inside the room Spencer was in.

"W-why?"

"You were hurt pretty badly, baby boy."

Spencer stared at the dark man. Why did he keep calling Spencer 'baby boy'? Spencer pushed the hair out of his face. The boy then pushed the bed sheets aside and brought his feet over the corner.

"Hey, hey. Now, where do you think you're going?" The man asked.

Spencer sniffled once. He wasn't crying, it just seemed (to the agent) that the boy had a cold.

"I have to get back home. Master will be mad if i'm not there." Spencer got off of the bed and quickly felt dizzy. He had to hold on to the bed to keep his balance.

The dark man shook his head. "You don't have to worry about him anymore." He said.

Spencer froze. "What do you mean?"

"He's being locked up. Hopefully for good."

Spencers eyes widen. "You made Master a slave?"

The other man couldn't help a small chuckle.

Spencer just stared.

"All you have to know is that you're free. You don't have a 'master' any more." The dark man explained.

Spencer stared at the man. He shook his head. "You can't do that!"

The older man stared shocked.

"How will I know what to do? When to eat? When to sleep? Where would I live? Who will I l-"

"Baby boy!"

The boy turned to the man.

"How old are you?"

Spencer bit his bottom lip. He thought for a while. "Nineteen." He answered finally.

The agents brows narrowed. "How long have you been a slave?"

The boy bit his bottom lip again, thinking. "Two years. Plus one year training."

The older man bit the inside of his cheek in anger. "Three years. You're nineteen. So you were sold at sixteen." He inhaled deeply and turned to face the wall he was leaning against.

Spencer jumped when the dark man punched the wall. The boy gulped.

"Please don't be mad, Master!"

The agents head shot to the boy, who was staring with eyes so wide, the agent thought the hazel orbs would fall out.

"What did you call me?" The man asked. But it seemed Spencer was lost.

"Please Master! I'm sorry! I promise i'll be good." The boy got to his knees. "Please dont use the iron?" His head was facing the ground.

The agents mouth was slightly open. "Kid?" He slowly walked up to the slave. He brought his hand under the boys chin and lifted his head.

Spencers eyes were closed.

"Open your eyes." The boy obeyed.

When the dark agent saw how bright and huge those hazel eyes were, he was lost for words. He couldn't think straight. He forgot how to breathe. All he could do was smile. So thats what he did.

He smiled.

"What's your name?" He asked.

The boy gulped and sniffled. "Spencer."

The agent nodded. "Spencer. I like that name. You can call me Derek." The dark man said.

"Yes, Master." Spencer said.

Derek smiled. "Derek." He corrected.

"Yes, Master Derek." The boy said.

The agent sighed. "We'll have to work on it."

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