Merlin lay on the grass in the dark woods, tears spilling down his cheeks as he remembered what happened, what Arthur did, he couldn't bring himself to hate him, but he couldn't bring himself to care for the man, he grieved the thought of ever hating Arthur whom he cares for so much, so he stayed there, unable to go close to the kingdom.
"I miss you..." Merlin sobbed painfully.
"I don't want to miss you...why do i miss you!?" He wept.
"LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO ME!" He shirked, holding the side of his chest that had a nasty scar on it, where Arthur stabbed him and left him for dead.
He wept and curled up, ignoring the splitting headache he had, he shook his head and covered his mouth, not wanting to attract any attention to himself, no matter how close he was to Camelot, Saxons and blood thirsty bandits still lurked in the woods and most all of them are most active and alert at night.
"I love you..." He sobbed.
"I love you but i should hate you...for what you did...but i can't...i can't no matter how hard i try...i can't bring myself to hate you..." He squeaked.
He gulped thickly. "I miss everyone...Gwaine...Lancelot...Gwen, Percival..." He whispered, remembering them all laughing at the campfire a few weeks ago, carefree.
He hit his hand to the ground, making a fist.
"Why...?" He sobbed.
"Why do i get the feeling that if i come back, arrows will greet me, with my friends behind them smiling...Camelot's my home...my friends are my home...i...i want to go home..." He sobbed, feeling himself close to unconsciousness.
"I want to go home..." He said, stubbornly and childlike and felt himself drift into a slumber.
The night grew cold and dark, a group of Saxtons searches for a camp and saw a stray light in the distance.
"What do you think that is Derk?" Asked a Saxton.
The man smirked.
"Our next slave..." He said darkly, making the Saxtons chuckle dangerously.
"Let me do the honors..." Said his right hand man and walked up to a small camp to see a curled up servant boy.
Carefully the Saxtons and Derk stood around the poor boy.
"His hands are worn...seems he could work hard..."
One Saxton smirked. "He's a virgin..." "Ooo, haven't seen a virgin servant in a while..."
"This certainly is a treat..."
"His body language sure is adorable and inviting...shivering there, weak, vulnerable, alone and helpless...adorable...defiantly a good pay."
"Mmm..."
The Saxtons' nodded in agreement.
"Gods i just want to snuggle up against him, and i'm even feeling guilty about my thoughts about dominating him..." He said and bent down, stroking his cheek. "So innocent..."
The man hummed and squirmed.
Derk nodded and turned to his right hand man.
"Gag and tie him up...he'll pay well and boys...i believe we got ourselves a camp...make it home..." He said and sat down, watching as Merlin was gagged and tied.
"The boy hasn't even woken...must be tired..." He said and lay the tied up man on the ground.
Derk went over and stroked his hair, his thumb skating across his full lips, making Merlin let out a light moan.
Derk smirked. "He's a good pay...full lips, smooth and soft hair." He said and whispered against the man's ear.
"Oh the things i have in store for you...boy..." He smirked. "I have a feeling you'll be my new favorite slave..." He said and clamped down chains on his wrists, leading to a long chain that ended up in the hands of Derk.
"I'll break you in tomorrow sweet thing..." He said and went to sleep.