This is the chapter that makes this story rated M. It will have mental, physical and sexual abuse of a minor. So you have been warned!


The slave was trying very hard to do as he was told. He was attempting to levitate in the air in order to stock the cupboards. Should he fall he would be punished by the training master that was standing a few steps back watching his every move. He didn't remember anything about his life except that he had always been here. He was in training as the training masters told him and when he was ready he would to be sold to a master who he was supposed to serve.

He did not know of anything else and rarely got to see anyone. One day he had been brought out of the darkness he resided in to be washed with freezing cold water and ordered into pants that just fell below his knees and nothing else. He was ordered never to look up and always keep his gaze on the floor. All he saw nowadays were his own toes and other people's legs and feet. He knew he could look up when he saw another slave but besides that, if he even lifted his head up he was wacked across his face. He learned very quickly to keep his head down. Despite being told otherwise, the boy was a quick study.

He was taught to kneel in the presence of a higher being and never turn his back on his superiors. They even controlled when he was supposed to go the toilet and when he ate, which was once a day. All the slaves were to eat at the same time. They were brought into a big hall and told to kneel and then handed a bowl of tasteless substance that never seemed to fill them. The boy would find himself licking the bowl clean as many of the others did. He learned all these things through pain as he was told them once and only once and punishment followed swift and hard if they were not followed.

The punishments he received were extremely painful but never scarring as the handlers and the trainers made sure to not harm the merchandise as that would decrease their value. All of the other slaves were his age as well and had many of the same difficulties as he did. But being surrounded by only handlers and fellow slaves for all of their working memory had led them to believe that this was how their lives were supposed to be. There were no other options.

He was taught everything from cleaning floors, to polishing weapons, to basic magical activities such as chopping ingredients and making basic potions. He was now very capable of levitating as well. The handlers instructed them in anything they thought they would need to help their masters. They were even shown how to pleasure men and women— his least favorite activity. He was never taken as one of the trainers told him that would be his master's privilege should he or she demand it of him but he was ordered to watch older slaves be taken so he would know what to expect. He was told by one of the handlers that he should not worry about being a body slave because although he was being trained in the ways of one, he would be very likely sold and used for his magical talents.

He learnt that there were many other slaves in training from magical to non-magical, from demons to seers. He did not know which category he fell in but tried to do everything that he was told to do to avoid punishment.

He did not know how much time had passed but one day he was brought before his owner where he was told that Master Coltac was going to see if the time and food they wasted on him was enough for him to finally be sold. If his owner thought that he was worthless then he would spend the rest of his life paying back the handlers and the trainers for their time spent on him.

He was deemed worthy to be put on the auction block. He was taken away and scrubbed roughly on the outside with freezing water and soap that stung his eyes. He was also washed very carefully on the inside, just in case his master wanted to taste him on the first night… he couldn't help the tears that fell at the intrusion. His hair was chopped sort and he was shackled ankles and wrists and a collar went around his neck before he was brought to a noisy place and placed on a block without any clothes for prospective masters and mistresses to see. After what seemed like hours he was sold to the highest bidder.

His first mistress only wanted him for his magical abilities in her potions workshop. He was shackled to the workroom's biggest table by a chain that went around his ankle. There was a magical bucket for him to use in the corner of the room that emptied itself out after it was used and he slept under the work table. He was given similar pants to wear that he wore while he was in training and he never went anywhere else. His daily jobs included such things like scrubbing the floors of the workroom, washing pots and vials that were used, and preparing ingredients for his mistress' potions and helping her actually make the potions. She was never kind or cruel. If he worked hard enough he would be given a bowl of cold porridge and some bread regardless of the mistakes he made that day.

She, however, was never forgiving of mistakes. The punishment that followed a mistake was inflexible. She liked using a willow stick to beat him on his back while he kneeled on the floor and repeated what he had done wrong after every hit. Unlike the trainers, she did not care about scarring him and in the two years he was under her care his back had collected enough scars that you would be very hard pressed to find an unscarred area.

In the two years that he was there she had unknowingly given him enough knowledge about potion making that would have made a potion master proud even at his tender age. She had found out very quickly that what she paid for the little slave was only a fraction of his real value. She had had many slaves before and she usually picked them a bit older so they could handle a knife and such but was impressed with this one's magical aura. Just in a week she found out that in addition to his impressive magic, he possessed an intelligence that went beyond his years, if he was above ground in the surface world he would probably been a prodigy of some kind.

After two years with her he could make and brew any potion known in the magical world as he had done nothing else. She never taught him how to read and write as she never thought he might not know but he made his own notes for her in her books in drawings and symbols that he made up for the ingredients and numbers. She was livid the day she found out the notes would be gibberish to anyone but him and cursed herself for not checking before. How stupid could she be! And in her rage, she unknowing tied the notebooks to him magically so they would come to him whenever he needed them. She was angry enough at her own foolish mistake of losing even gibberish notes of her potions that she sold him to a customer.

His second master was a man that took sadistic pleasures. He was a demon who was paid by mafia demon clans who didn't want to get their hands dirty by getting answers from people and demons alike. He made the boy create pain potions for him and clean up after he was done with a potential client as he called them. When he was not busy with a client he played with the boy. The boy withered under his master's hand in excruciating pain just for the demon's amusement. He learned through firsthand experience what hurt someone the most.

When his master found out that he had more magical powers available to him, he began to take the boy into his sessions and instruct him in ways to hurt people magically. The boy now knew how to use his telekinesis just the right way to crush certain bones in the body or how to throw a fireball or an energy bolt to get the results he wished. The unnamed boy learned to give pain as well as receive it.

His master lost him to another master in a game of chance two years later. His new master had no uses for him in the magical sense so he was used for entertainment for his master and his guests. He put things he had learned about pleasuring men and women to use and learned many other things. His master was the one to claim him after he found out that he was a virgin and he was given to a few others that his master liked. His master had an incredible sexual appetite so he was taken several times during a single day. He never complained as he knew of nothing else in the world, he was a slave and slaves did whatever their masters or mistresses wished.

Power and slaves changed hands very frequently in the underworld and he watched as his masters lair and all his possessions where destroyed by a rival and his slaves were sold back to a slave house to be resold. He was now old and experienced enough to be sold as anything and found himself back in his original master's hands.

Coltac was delighted; rarely did he make money off the same slave multiple times. He kept the boy around long enough to put him through retraining, not really necessary— but sometimes you never knew with the magical ones who changed hands often. He even left him in the dark cell for a few weeks. He remembered the boy being hard to break the first time. He had to spend three months in the cell before he forgot himself. The boy this time around found that he was used in the demonstrations for the sexual training of the younger ones that were there. He was also on occasion used for the entertainment and amusement of the handlers and trainers. After sometime he was once again scrubbed inside and out and sold, this time at a lower price because despite his talents he carried scars all over his body.

His last master was a warlock interested in a slave companion he could use for anything. His duties included everything from cleaning and cooking for his master, to helping him in magical matters to pleasuring him. In return he was fed well, twice a day, which the boy remembered never happening before— he had always been fed once a day as long as he could remember! Whoever wanted to feed a slave more food? His master also taught him how to read and write as he told the boy that he was not interested in an imbecile for a slave. He was beaten harshly daily by his master for his mistakes as most creatures of the underworld were taught this way. However between the beatings and rapes the boy's magical powers grew under his masters careful and cruel teachings.

The warlock was once a slave himself and had been raised the same way until he was powerful enough to break out of his magical collar that identified him as a slave of the underworld. This boy would be a slave until he too could break the collar. Until then if he ran all the people and the creatures in the underworld would recognize an escaped slave and take him themselves or sell him back to slavers for a price. The collars also had tracking magic on them in case the slave reached the above ground world without a master's approval. If that were to happen the collars would send a signal back to the original slaver who put the collar on the slave and he would be tracked and brought back.

The warlock knew all this and was determined to sell the boy off before he became powerful enough to break the collar and extract his revenge. This normally happened when they reached maturity, however, this was difficult to pinpoint as it was hard to identify what type of creature they had enslaved and when that breed typically hit adulthood. Additionally, some never grew powerful enough to break the enchantment and therefore, stayed slaves all their lives. Usually when a creature was around twenty years of age you would know whether they would break out of the enchantment or not. As his slave was around nine or ten, he didn't really care, he knew could get a few good years work and pleasure out of the boy. It never occurred to him that maybe by showing the boy some kindness he could have created a devoted slave that would never try to escape and always do his bidding.

Unknowingly, the underworld was creating the greatest power that would ever live. Every seer and prophet was waking up from dreams about a power that was coming, something unseen and untold before now. They could all taste it in the air. Even the Elders felt the power. Whether this power was for the light side or dark side of the war was unknown… something that troubled both powers greatly.

Edited: July 12th, 2010.