Warning this is a continuation of bad things happening. (Main trigger: Pedophilia)
As the little fox wakes the scene changes. Now he's in some sort of wagon, if the cloth-covered sky and wooden walls were anything to go by. The rocking of the wagon makes metal shackles clink and the fox flinches. It's cold, the metal only making it seem colder. He snarls as he stares at his now covered wrists and the snarl deepens as he notices they've done the same to his ankles.
"You lucky boy," a sneering voice. He jolts looking left and right eventually finding the same slaver that knocked him out, "If you weren't knocked out for long enough to already be ordered then I would have taken you for myself. Sadly the customer wants you a virgin..."
His face turns green realizing what the monster is implying. The clanking gets louder as he struggles to find a way out. He's heard of what they do to his kind. They're very desirable as 'partners' since if you have them eat a lotus root they could get pregnant no matter the gender but also can't get pregnant if they don't. So no illegitimate kids.
"It's too bad," the monster grins and chuckles darkly, " I could just have imagined such a small body so full of my kids. Ahhh how lovely..." the man trails off as if imagining what could have been. The little fox's face turns green and his whole body tenses.
He struggles more, the gag in his mouth not allowing him to scream or even yell. He scratches, willing himself to cut his own hands off if it means getting away from this kindler in human skin.
"Ah- no can do-" the man smiles and then a crack. His body curls in on itself and his world flashes white from a single strike of the whip, "Can't have you trying to get free now can we?"
The little fox cries, not even able to let out a sound from how tight the gag is and how painful the mark is. As he settles down, sitting in his cold cage he hears a new voice yelling, "Boss! We have a problem!"
"Ugh," the man in front of him groans, "Guess I've got to check it out. Don't even try to run, I wouldn't mind giving up a single deal..." The wagon stops and the man hops out. Not long after metal clangs. A different kind of clang. It's not from the chains he's trapped to...it...it's similar to the village?
He doesn't know how long he's been waiting but he could feel his body slowly slipping in and out of consciousness. "We've got another one here! Let's get him out of here!"
That's the last thing he hears before his world shifts to dark.
All of the rest of his memories fly by. Learning it was thanks to the prince there was a group of soldiers, training to get into the leagues, advancing at such an early age, the scorn, and finally up to now.
"Captian! You're awake!" A man with black hair and red eyes smiles. He holds a sweet smell, the same as the person who entered his room before he gained his memories, "It seems a nightmare ghost managed to slip in last night, I've already given punishment to the guard on duty. Please be assured that there will be no permanent damage."
"I see," Jingyi's response is a cold as ice, "Call An to me."
"Yes captain," The man hasn't stopped smiling, "Shall I have her warm up some honey tea?"
"...do so," he keeps his face schooled and neutral but he could feel some tense areas on his face, "get me a warm wet towel too."
"Yes captain," if Guiying found the situation silly he hasn't given anything away, body language not changing once, "I shall be leaving now, be sure to let the guards know if you need anything else."
"Un," he nods and watches as Guiying leaves the room. Seeing him leave he slumps down and tears flow out of his eyes. Sure he wasn't in the body of the little one but he could feel his emotions and some of it hit too close to home.
"Host," Ren whispers, "Host, you ok?"
"...what do you think Ren?" His whisper was icy and barbed. "Sorry," his tone calms and soothes out, "I'll be fine in a second."
"No need to apologize, host," Ren smiles warmly, "I just need to inform you that you're expected at the palace today. Be sure to collect yourself for then."
"Alright..." As he trails off he hears a knock on the door, "Enter."
"Jingyi!" The same girl that woke him up, An. "I've got tea! Oh! And the cloth! Would you like me to clean your face?"
Seeing the girl so smiley made it hard to stay in such a bad mood, "Sure..."
"Hehe! Alright!" She sets the tea on the side table and walks over to him, "It's been a while since we've had a nightmare ghost sneak in, how are you?"
"I'll be fine," he nods, "After, grab my nice set of clothes, I have to go to the emperor."
"Sure thing!" She winks, "I'll be sure to make you the most handsome person in the palace."
"No need for that," his voice was neutral yet scolding," What would you do if someone overheard you? The walls have ears."
"Walls have ears? What?" She tilts her head but then smacks her fist on her open palm, "Ah! It must be a new idiom that captain has made! What does it mean?!" Her whole body seems to glow in anticipation.
"...it means you never know who could be listening. As in, even when you think you're alone there are ways of it getting heard. As such, the wall has ears." He messed up! He didn't know that some of the common idioms weren't made yet!
"Hmm, I think I get it!" He could practically see the question marks floating over her head. He can't help but let out a small chuckle seeing this adorable kid. "Ah! Captain! It's been so long since I've heard you laugh! Mou! Was my confusion that obvious!"
"Hahaha," he lets out laughter, nothing loud or boisterous but it made An smile. She could only compare his laughter to the tinkling of bells and it held warmth. The opposite of his usual tone.
Seeing her motherly smile he stops, Jingyi doesn't laugh often. It's been quite a while since this body has laughed. "Anyways prepare for the palace..." If the blush on his face was seen she didn't say so.
Oof ok well anyways, yay new chapter. And well, this is the 20th chapter of this story! So yay, much more then I though I would get too. Anyways thanks for reading!
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