Chapter 2

I could see a faint smile under the woman's hood before she removed it. She had long coral hair that flowed slightly passed her lower back. She had beautiful green eyes that showed a slight emotion. She was extravagant and the white cloak complimented her head to toe. I breathed in excitedly, but then I remembered the stipulations of our first meeting. I knew I would never again receive the same communication that I had when I lived in the village. I remembered that as a slave it was bad to look your masters in the eye or speak to them without permission, or so I had heard during the time I spent in the capturer's wagon.

The man remained mysterious to me until later, but at that point I wasn't too concerned about him because I was too busy looking at the sight of the girl in front of me. The man turned and started walking off, which motioned the woman and I to follow him. It was like once I saw her all of my fear and nervousness faded; I wanted to thank her for that. I was glad that even though I had just endured hell that there weren't all bad things in my future, or so I hoped.

We stopped at another wagon, a little more decorative than the last. The wheels weren't made of wood, but a stronger material, like the ones that were used to create swords. The two horses in the front were both pure white; not a spot of dirt could be seen on them. I was glad to see that they had the decency to treat their animals with respect. As we rode I could hear slight talking coming from the two of them. She had a pure voice, kind of angelic if you asked me. He on the other hand had a deep and intimidating voice, but it still sounded slightly beautiful. I was a bit jealous of how his voice was; I bet it could have seduced anyone. I didn't fall asleep on this ride because I was frightened to be woken up with a brutal beating for the action. I was lucky that the first man only tugged me and hadn't beaten me with a stone before I even reached the line. This ride seemed to go fast, most likely because I was in deep thought about the woman. She was quite enchanting, but I knew that nothing could ever become of us, since a master and a slave being in a true love relationship would never be socially accepted.

"Throw away all of your emotions kid, it'll help you when you get there."

What a valuable piece of advice, something I wish that I had put more at the front of my thoughts. The horses stopped and I waited for my masters to say something or command me. It only was a few minutes before the woman told me that we were there and to follow her. Their house was mystical. There were gardens and elaborate decorations on nearly every wall. They seemed to be spiritual in some ways because on one wall there was a painting of the goddess, Etro. It made me feel like I wasn't too far from my actual home.

"Yeul, a word please."

The woman followed him into another room, while I stayed and unintentionally listened in. I couldn't make out everything that they were saying, but I came to the conclusion that they were not agreeing on what to do with me.

"You are the one who wanted him, Yeul."

"Yes, but I don't want to treat him like he's nothing. He looks like he's been through a lot already; I don't want his life to be miserable. "

"Yeul, do you even understand what the point of slaves are?"

"Caius, would you please just… listen. Look him in the eyes, he's been through a lot. It'd be a shame to make a boy as beautiful as him, to go through the life of a 'slave' through your definition of one."

I sensed the frustration that the man, Caius must have been going through, but it was at that moment when I decided that Yeul must've really been an angel that fell from the sky. I zoned from the rest of their conversation, but she must've given in to one thing Caius said, because the next thing I knew he grabbed my wrist and dragged me to another room. I saw Yeul from the corner of my eye, she mouthed 'I'm sorry', as Caius tugged me through different rooms.

"Listen boy, I gave in to most things she said, but just because she doesn't want to treat you like you are just a low slave, doesn't mean that you aren't one. Since you are one, you at least need to be branded."

I didn't understand what he meant by branding, but I figured that it must be a painful process, when he grabbed a cloth and gagged me with it. He tied the part that wasn't in my mouth around the back of my neck and he pushed me down to my knees slowly. He touched my cheek, I glared at him dangerously. He whispered in my ear slowly.

"Try not to scream too loud."

He grabbed a scorching hot rod and looked me straight in the eyes. Forcefully he grabbed my left wrist, while I tried to pull away from him, but he was stronger than I was. The flaming rod came into contact with my skin, my eyes filling with tears as the pain surged through my wrist. I tried to cry out as the cloth muffled my scream. I could feel warm tears rolling down my cheeks. I should have expected that he'd do this to me; I knew that he'd be the master that I wouldn't want to ever piss off. If he treated me like this without saying anything, could you imagine what he could do if I ever did anything wrong? It felt like a lifetime before the rod turned cold and was finally removed from my aching wrist. I looked down through my wet lashes and saw the mark that would be forever etched into my tanned skin. Right on my left wrist, there would forever be a 'C' with an upside down 'Y' surrounded with a circle. He grabbed my chin; our lips too close for comfort.

"I'll warn you of one thing that will certainly make me beat you until you are black and blue. Don't ever touch her, are we clear?"

I nodded, feeling even more lost, confused, and hurt than I had ever been before.

A/N: Hey, hey again. My friend kept bugging me to write more, so here I am... anywho, I hope you liked this chapter... so bye for now, I guess. Review please, because I like to read comments.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters... forgot to put that in the first chapter... might go back to fix that