Morgin P.O.V. 1st person
"(y/n)" . . . "(y/n)" . . . "(y/n)!" I called out to them again. They ignored my call or maybe they were just so lost in thought. (y/n) hadn't been talking to me and even been avoiding me. I couldn't stand it. Given the chance to be alone with them I gripped onto their shoulder making them look at me.
"Hey, what's up with you?!" I exclaimed, very loudly for my usually quiet nature. I pulled back when I saw their dull, empty eyes and expressionless face. I wanted to slam my face into the wall 'Stupid! Why are you doing this to them?!'
"I..." I paused thinking about how to word this, "I know what the Master's been... doing to you." I felt a bit awkward now, but shoved the feeling down.
When I glanced back up at their face I found their eyes open wide, and (y/n) looked like they were about to cry. They pushed their hand against my chest, "Why? I didn't want anyone to know about that." (y/n) spoke in a whisper but their voice was screaming at me,
I tried to defend them. Tell (y/n) it wasn't their fault, that there was someone here who really loved them. Though I was just as selfish as him. "I know you can't do anything against his commands, but..." I spoke calmly, but I didn't really know what I was saying or doing. I cupped their face and pressed my lips against theirs, (y/n)'s lips were soft and I had wanted to do this for so long. I pulled back after the sweet kiss, instantly feeling hungry for those lips once again. A slight blush on their cheeks was mixed with the panic in their eyes. I turned to the door to see our dear Lord staring down at us in shock, his eyes showing distaste. I froze in place. 'When did he get here? How long was he standing there? Or did he expect this? Had he been waiting for me to slip up?'
"Tch." The Lord sent a kick to my face knocking me to the ground with a thud as he continued to walk all over me and beat me. I didn't fight it, but it hurt. It hurt knowing what I already knew. Pulling my face up those deadly green eyes glare into mine, he spat, "(y/n)'s mine." He made sure he was very clear. He turned about to hit (y/n) when he stopped. "I'll punish you later," he says with a wink, "Besides I need to keep that body of yours in good condition, if I want to use you right. That is... the way a sex slave is meant to be used."
Turning back to me he looked me in the eyes making sure I was listening, "If you touch (y/n) again, I'll order them to kill you." I processed his words as I watched him drag them out of the room. Probably back to his bedroom to continue whatever dirty things he had been doing the last few months. I face palmed 'Stupid! You're a slave! You had no say in anything he did to them! And no right to... to want (y/n), especially in the way he gets to.'
re I'm listening, "If you touch her again, I'll order her to kill you." I process his words as I watch him drag her out of the room. Probably back to his bedroom to continue whatever dirty things he has been doing to her. I facepalm 'Stupid! You're a slave! You had no say in anything he did to her! And no right to.. to want her, especially in the way he gets to.'