-Feliciano-
I hummed as skipped along a river. It was a nice quiet life. Well, sort of. But it was better than my old one! Instantly I felt guilty, thinking of my brother. But he was probably fine! the Spaniard who bought him had held him gently, the way one would a lover, so he was most likely as well as me.
I kept walking till there wasn't another human for miles. Or so I thought.
"Excuse me sir," someone, obviously male, said. I whirled around looking for the source. I saw a man about my age, with messy black hair and dark blue eyes. His skin was olive, like mine. "Excuse me," he repeated "But is there a town or home nearby?"
"No sir, there isn't anything like that for miles."
"Just checking." he muttered as he pressed a cloth over my mouth and nose. "I'm sorry." he whispered "It was an offer I couldn't refuse, even if I had a choice." I blacked out the sedative finally pulling me under.
-Mystery person-
I watched as his eyes rolled back. poor kid. But it wasn't personal. Well, it was but not against him. And it wasn't about money either. Once again it was a man's life or death. Not mine. Or his.
A/N: do you hate me yet?