I felt a rush of panic, my blank mind shuffled with confusion as I tried to process the information. The first being 'Who is this kid?' I had been watching him with Morgin, but he just seemed like an ordinary child. These chains should be near impossible to break, so how? 'Is he the one the Master spoke of? There's no way a child could be the one he believes will make him king.' The second thought was about his flute. 'What is that? I mean, how could anything break these chains?' But I felt mocked by his actions. It felt like he was taunting me with reality. 'He's naive to believe they're the only thing capturing me. I will always be the Master's tool, his personal toy.' Then cycling through these thoughts again. 'But with that magic he must be something else. I'd say I'm sure he's the man Jamil spoke of... but then, why? Why did he want to free me? It must've been a cruel joke. I'm nothing, just another pathetic slave. I'm less than human.' I'm only lucky to be alive, if you can call it living. At least, my Master hasn't abandoned me yet.
A large man stomped towards the scene. I was quick to recognize him as Master Budel, the wine merchant who failed to deliver to our dear Master. I remembered how our Lord had scowled at him when he delivered us only news that day. I felt that same scowl trying to crawl onto my face, but I wiped it away. I had no right to feel. And right now, I was in danger. Instead I watched the floor, my (h/c) hair drooping in my face to hide my eyes. I pushed my skirt down with my fists, clutching my form together to try and stop me from shaking. Oh, why was I shaking so much? Was it rage or fear? Sweat dripped down my (s/c) skin, the sun beating down on me to contrast the cold feeling all over my body. The heat matched that in my heart as it beat so rapidly, to remind me that it was still there. But I easily numbed it all out into nothing.
I heard him conversing with the boy, the tone was harsh reminding me of the Master. I must say, it was calming to my mind. But while I didn't feel anything, my body seemed to shake more and more while my heart was thudding ever so painfully. What was this feeling? I no longer recognized it. Or had I ever even known it?
Before I knew what was going on, the man had gripped onto my (h/c) locks, yanking my head up. A ripping feeling went straight through my head, tension forming in my forehead as he swung my head around. His other hand pulled on my arm bringing me closer to him. I forced my eyes closed as I felt other eyes watching me. A blush spread across my face from being made a public example. Out of habit I gulped down any words that threatened to come, instead drowning out the noise of his snickering and the unfair, but true, nonsense he spewed out of his mouth.
My eyes jerked open when he let out a loud yelp, loosening his grip on me I dropped down hitting the floor. While he was distracted cursing the child, I pulled myself up and ran. Leaving the scene behind me, I swarmed through the crowds. My feet guiding me back to the Master's place. I remembered the boy, he had been kind to me twice now, but he shouldn't have. Now I would sell him out to avoid punishment. I owed him nothing, for his kindness betrayed society and more importantly our Lord. This was the persom he was looking for, I knew it must be.
On my way in, I spotted Morgin. He only nodded at me. He had avoided speaking to me directly all day, but I'm still grateful for his help earlier with the apples and those two boys. But from the looks of it, he pretended not to have seen the 'incident' from earlier. I walked on towards the Master, bowing my head until he called out to me.
"(y/n), why have you returned so soon and empty handed at that?" He asked. His voice was calm, but his face was laced with irritation. It was then he noticed my chains. "What's this? (y/n), who dared do this." I was worried he would turn to Morgin, but he didn't. Instead he stepped closer to me.
"I found him," I started avoiding the Master's glare.
"Oh, is that so?" He responded, sounding surprised. I knew he understood who I spoke of.
"Yes, it's him, the blue haired boy with the flute." Still not looking directly at his face I saw his hand motion me to come closer to which I obeyed until I was hovering over him. He looked up at me with a grin.
"You've been a very good thing. Yes, very good, indeed," His words sounded dirty, but his smile was innocent, "That'll be corn in your dinner tonight!"
I was not pleased by this news and instead replied, "No thank you. I am undeserving of a reward, as you very well know."
"Refusing a gift from your Master?" He cocked an eyebrow at me, those menacing green eyes making me feel faint. "Or maybe you just want a better prize." His smirk grew wider as he pulled me down into his lap. "Such a spoiled thing, thinking you can refuse me. Maybe I need to teach you another lesson," he whispered in my ear, biting down along the edge. His arms slipped around my waist gripping me closer to his chest. Placing kisses along my neck he was interrupted by a shout as someone came into the building looking for him.
He pulled away, clicking his tongues as he lifted me out of his lap as he went to greet the intruder. "Tch."