Radu Fallen
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He was barely 14 when he was sold.

So young, and yet within a few months he was his Master's favorite, petted and praised and spoiled, his every need taken care of. He was treated like a true pet in many ways - collars to match his Master's outfits and clothing to match the collars, long walks in the grounds of his Master's estates, his body cared for by other, lower slaves...

...the only price he paid for this, for money to spend and servants to obey him and a taste of freedom, the ONLY price, was called due on rare evenings. Doors locked. The other slaves chased out, unneeded, unwanted. His body at first chained down, those first few months, then, as he grew used to his duties, unbound... forcing him to remain still entirely on his own.

He was told over and over that as long as he was pleasing, he would retain his place at his Master's side. He tried hard to be pleasing, after the first month - he hoped that perhaps if he was cooperative, if he struggled to serve, to make his Master happier, instead of struggling to escape the pain and violation, that maybe it would be easier to deal with...

...or maybe it would stop all together.

It didn't stop, certainly, but once he made an obvious effort to learn and to enjoy it, he was granted the time necessary, the gentle pace and soothing words, that helped him learn to accept what he was forced to feel.

Barely 14 when he was sold, not yet 15 when he had the run of his Master's properties and access to his Master's money...

...and just over 16 when he made an unforgivable mistake.

If he'd known how his Master would react, perhaps he would have acted differently. Perhaps not. He was stubborn, with two years of privilege and near-freedom bolstering his courage. He was used to his position, his power, his Master's favor. He felt safe. Secure.

And so when one of the new slaves caught his eye, he didn't think, didn't hesitate... simply led the youth to the bedroom his Master had given him, and had his way with the slave. No kindness. No mercy.

He hurt the boy in ways that he himself had been spared... ruined a slave, one his Master had carefully chosen... and without permission.

Within a week he was put up for auction.

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