She had him blindfolded before even taking him out of the slave house. He was shoved into the backseat of a car, his belt was fastened and soon they were driving somewhere. He had no idea how many people were in the car. Was it just his new mistress and him, or was there a driver? The noise from the engine drowned out their breathing, he heard nothing but his own heart beating anxiously.
The drive was long. He fell asleep, even if he tried not to. After having been constantly on high alert, his body automatically relaxed now that he had left the slave house. He couldn't know that it would be any better with whatever slave mistress he had now gotten, but he was exhausted, physically and mentally. He was deep in sleep when someone nudged him.
«Hey, wake up,» a female voice said.
«S-sorry!» he stuttered, fear coursing through his body.
«Relax,» she huffed. «We're here. Let's go inside.»
«Yes, mistress.»
The door next to him was opened and he stumbled out, still blindfolded.
«Take my hand,» she said, and he soon felt a small warm hand grab his, leading him up some stairs and into a building.
She had to take a deep breath before grabbing his hand. He made himself look small, shoulders slumping and neck bowed down. He looked nothing like her former master, and yet, here he was, now entering the Mansion as a slave.
«Watch your step,» she said as he almost stumbled when they entered the door.
«Hard to watch anything right now,» he mumbled, so low that she wasn't supposed to hear it. Still, he heard her snort before she quickly stifled her own giggle.
«Right,» she said, trying to sound serious, but he could hear that she was smiling. What the hell was this?! «Sorry.»
He heard somebody talking to her, their voices low, and she only gave short answers. She led him up more stairs and down a hall. He kept his head bowed down the entire time, even as he was blindfolded. Finally, a door was opened, and he could feel them going into a smaller space. The entrance, the stairs, the hallways, they had all felt so big, the echo and the chill of the air told him so. This room however was much smaller. She closed the door behind them, and then she touched his face. It was a gentle touch but the surprise made him flinch away from her.
«I'm sorry,» she said. «I didn't mean to scare you. I'm just going to remove the blindfold, okay?»
«I'm sorry, mistress,» he mumbled, he was slightly shaking.
«Hey,» she said, her voice so soft it nearly spooked him. By accident he looked up at her, only to find her eyes not being offended, but rather warm, kind almost. «You're okay. You're safe with me. I'm not going to hurt you.»
«I'm sorry, mistress,» he said, quickly averting his eyes again.
He heard her sigh, and he closed his eyes, waiting for her reaction. It confused him when he didn't receive a punch or even a pinch. She just walked around the room, doing things. He saw her feet disappearing into what he understood was the bathroom. She was in there for a while, and he didn't know what to do with himself. The best thing to do was probably to follow his training. He needed to do good.
He was kneeling by the foot of the bed when she came out from the bathroom on naked feet. He saw she was wearing a bathrobe, that was all. He knew what this meant, of course. He had been trained for this, he knew what to do. He just had to wait for her orders.
«What was the name they gave you?» she asked, standing in front of him. He stared at her pretty feet as he answered.
«My name is Dragon, mistress, but you may call me whatever you like.»
«Come,» she said and held out a hand to him.
He took it and stood up. She took him to the bathroom.
«Undress, please,» she said. «You can take a shower or a bath, if you want. I'll get you some clean clothes, okay?»
«Yes, mistress.»
As she left he quickly stripped out of his slave house clothes, folding them neatly. He didn't know where to put them, and when she came back in, he was still holding them. He blushed, knowing he was naked and ugly in front of her.
He heard her abruptly stop behind him, like she was shocked by what she saw.
«I'm sorry, mistress,» he whispered.
«What are you even apologizing for,» she huffed and came around him. «I'll take those.»
She grabbed the clothes in his hands and now he didn't know where to put his hands.
«Shower or bath?»
He hesitated, not sure if it was a trick.
«Would you like to take a bath?» she asked, her voice kind. «I know it's probably been a while.»
«Yes, thank you, mistress.»
«You're welcome,» she said and opened the faucets.
He heard her open bottles and soon there were pleasant smells wafting through the damp air of the room.
«You can get in now,» she eventually said, and he did as she asked, immediately.
As he sat down in the warm water he couldn't help but let out a content sigh. The water felt so good on his battered skin. The open wounds were painful in the warm water, but he ignored it. He didn't think any of them were bleeding anymore, so it was fine.
«Lean back and relax,» she said, gently pushing his shoulder. He closed his eyes as he did, to not accidentally look at her again. There was no knowing how long she would be this patient with him. She had put a towel behind his neck so he would be comfortable. The action brought tears to his eyes, and pinched them even harder together.
Again, he flinched when he felt her put her hand in the water. He didn't know what to expect, but maybe something along the lines of being grabbed. Instead, he soon felt a soft cloth being dragged over his arm, washing him gently. He tried not to move even as she washed over his wounds.
The feeling of being taken care of was so pleasant that he couldn't stop himself from feeling relaxed. She washed both his arms, his chest, and then his legs. She avoided getting too close to his crotch.
«Lean forward, I'll do your back now,» she said, and he did as she asked.
She was sitting on the edge of the tub, leaning down to clean his back. That was the only place he hadn't been able to wash properly himself, he could imagine there being some dry blood after the many wounds he had suffered to his back. His strength had always seemed to trigger those guards who held a whip. He had gotten so many lashes simply because he took them so well. That's what they said, and maybe it was true. Had he passed out or cried after the first one, maybe they would have stopped sooner? But that wasn't who he was.
«And now your hair,» she said and proceeded to wash his hair, rinse it, put conditioner in, and rinse it again. When she deemed him done, she stood up, got a towel, and told him to stand.
«You dry off and put these on,» she said, handing him a pair of underwear. «I want to have a look at those wounds on your back before you put on more clothes.»
«Yes, mistress,» he said, kind of shivering from the air hitting his wet body.
«I'll wait out here. Take your time.»
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Take Me Home // Ateez // Stray Kids
ФанфикAfter an unexpected escape from the Mansion, Aelia finds herself in a Safe House. Who is a friend and who has alternate motives? And what do the butterflies have to do with it? As a former slave, life looks empty. Aelia has to find her way in life...
