Merthur/Merlin one shot

Trouble (didn't know what else to title this)

A/N trigger warning of certain topics. Like sexual harassment etc but it isn't specified. Just thought I'd mention this. Don't want anyone to get triggered. With this hope, you will enjoy it.

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It wasn't something new being in a situation that he could possibly never get out of, without help. Either way, he had no idea what to do and this made him wonder how he could even be there for the one person that he had long ago fallen for. The thought about this person made his heartache as he knew that he would never be able to see him any longer.

Not after the years that went by. He had not even one idea what date it was and how could he? He was stuck in this situation as a stripper and he knew he would never be able to leave. The person that this place belongs to realized that he cannot die. Worse is every time his 'master' dies, the person that is either his son or a new person that takes his place, knows about this.

It is a cycle that he can't escape. The worst is he couldn't remember a time when he wasn't left alone. His body shuddered after thinking about what he went through. So far he has been relatively lucky. At least it's just touching that is uncomfortable, yet never went too far luckily.

"There you are, Merlin. We got a new boss." One of the girls -called Anna- who is forced to work here told him. She looked confused for sure.

"Do I have to go?" He could not help but ask. For once he did not want to meet the new person that would take over. It would just be the same.

The female's grayish yet with a touch of blue gives him a sad look. Because both knew that they would never be able to leave.

"I know that you do not like to stay here but, he seems um well not like the others." That alone brought his attention.

"What do you mean by not like the other bosses?" He couldn't help but anxiously ask.

The female paused as looking at him and he could tell that she wanted to hug him, yet so far he always ended up instantly pushing her aside and rushing to a corner out of surprise. A reason why he always initiated the touch. Which he had not down often, with him trying to avoid touch as much as possible. 

"Well first of all he told us that we can leave and won't be forced to stay here. Hell, he even mentioned to give us the chance for tuition and even will pay for an apartment."

He stared widely at that news not getting what this meant for him. Surely this person would know about him and is not able to die. There was no way that he would be free after many years since being forced here.

"Guys he is asking what is taking so long." Another girl asked. She had not been here that long and was called Susie.

The female's green eyes looked at them with concern, at least towards him. As everyone working here knows, he is usually locked into this room. A relatively small room. Each time after they were finished he got dragged here and even when sometimes these touches were given he missed touch. Even when he felt most of the time uncomfortable with it. 

"I don't wanna go." He mumbled, shuddering at the thought of this new person being worse. So far he had been lucky that he did not get forced into worse things.

The two females let out a sigh at this as it was for sure not the first time that he got dragged by others getting out of the room. There were times when he was not moving and even after getting dragged out he could barely do anything. Causing him to get beaten. Today was one of these days and the two knew and were worried.

"Girls what is- Ah so what is going on. I told you to bring him to me." An awful familiar voice of a male made him blink as slowly looked towards the direction and stared with wide eyes.

"Sorry, Mr. Pendragon, we tried but well he..." Anna let out a sigh after trailing off and Susie glanced between the two before letting out a sigh.

"He has these days where he doesn't move. Margaret has told the last boss more than once, but that one never listens." Susie replied with a sigh and he winced at this. The female was the one that had been tasked to teach him.

By now Margaret was almost 60 yrs old and was not active any longer and was the one that taught others about how to dance and everything that was needed for being a stripper or whatever someone would call them. He never paid attention to this all and yet people seemed to favor him.