The blood from his throat got all over my clothes. I can't run if everyone knows I've murdered someone.
Holy fuck I just killed someone.
I run upstairs and into his room, I've never been inside it before.
Rich asshole.
I throw open the big wooden doors and chuck on the first jacket I see. It's brown, warm and has fur around the hood. It'll be good for the harsh weathers outside.
Cargo trousers, good for rough conditions and might protect me from a knife if it comes to it.
Boots, good for climbing but bad for running.
Fuck it, running shoes.
Fine, this is okay.
It's been so long since I heard this crunch in my shoes. The snow melting as I walk on it.
I'm free, I'm fucking free.
I need food, shelter, I'll die if I stay out here.
Sarah's pub? Weird name. It's too cold to stay out here though. Fuck it.
Everyone's staring at me.
"Hey handsome, what can I get ya?" The barkeep asks me. A young woman from the looks of things.
"E-erm, water, please." I mutter. It's been so long since I was able to have a conversation with someone. They have no idea I just killed a person.
"Come on, nobody comes here for water. Plus from the sight of those bandages you could use something to kill the pain." She pours me a shot. "On the house"
I swallow it down, fuck that's gross. I cough as she laughs at me. Everyone is staring. I feel dizzy, barely able to stand as I feel a hand catch me.
"Sarah, he's a slave." The man mutters, checking the ownership tag around my ankle. He must be some source of security.
I feel myself being carried up the stairs, laid down on some sort of sofa. So comfy, but anything other than the floor would feel this amazing.
I open my eyes, the bartender sat in front of me. A short girl with red hair, a shotgun in her hands. The burly man who carried me here stood next to her. He didn't need a gun, towering over the sofa I was laid on, his arms the size of my waist.
"You've got 5 seconds to tell us what the fuck you're doing here." The lady says.
"My parents... They sold me... He assaulted me, cut me, starved me. He tried having sex with me. I killed him and ran." I mutter, drowsy. Bitch spiked my drink.
She sighs. Looking at me.
"How old are you?"
"19." I respond.
"Your parents, why'd they sell you?" She questions, tilting her head.
"Needed the money I guess. Always been pretty poor. I Lost my job. I'd been working at the factory since I was 16 and without it, I had no use. They've probably burnt all the money they made from me on drugs anyway. Now the states hunting me down and I have no where to go. They'll have my home locked down by now."
"The bandages, he did that?" She questions, the brute wincing as he imagines what's underneath them.
I nod.
"Let us see." She demands.
"What?"
"Well you could be pretending to be injured, maybe he treated you well and you got greedy."
What a bitch. I rip my bandages off and point to my face.
"Seem fake?" I sarcastically answer
"We'll keep you here as long as we can." She nods, standing and walking out of the room.
"What? Why?" I ask. I killed someone, they're risking themselves keeping me here.
The brute stops me, holding his hand on my chest.
"Stay out of sight, don't let our kindness get us killed." He says before exiting the room.
Still drowsy, I lay down and fall asleep. The first decent peace of rest I've got in a while.
2 Hours later.
The peace didn't last long as I feel a finger against my arm, tapping me awake. It's the brute.
"The enforcers, they're downstairs. You need to run." He tells me.
I stand, startled as I head for the door. It breaks down. The enforcers scream at me to get on my knees. The brute grabs the shotgun that Sarah left earlier. Speaking of, where the fuck is she? Is she dead? Did I really fucking get her killed?
One of the enforcers helmets hits the wall, his face half hanging off and blood, skin and brain pieces slap onto the floor. The brute shouts as he fires more bullets towards them, taking down at least another two. I bolt for it, heading straight for the window. I slide it up, the enforcers too focused on the tank of a man in the center of the room to notice I was getting away.
I swing my legs over the base of the window, throwing my body with it as I hang onto the base. Fuck that's a big drop, I forgot we were upstairs. I peer over, watching the brute fall to his knees as he's riddled with bullets, watching his shoulders fling back as he gets hit in the chest and face.
I drop, tears forming at my eyes as i crouch down behind a wall, as I look over, I see the entire bar on fire. I planned on looking for Sarah, but it's safe to assume she's dead, if she isn't then she'd probably have a better chance of surviving on her own. I run, a pistol bolted in my waistband that had flew towards me when one of the enforcers lost their life.
So many people dead, all because of an escapee slave? Do they really care that much? Is it me? Or is it the man I killed. The entire time I was with him I never learnt much, he was rich and I knew that but I never knew why. Did I kill someone important? Fuck.
As I arrive in the woods, I see a piece of paper stuck to one of the trees.
"WANTED. Y/N. 5'3 YOUNG MALE.
SUSPICION OF MURDER AND ESCAPEE SLAVE.
HIGHLY DANGEROUS, APPROACH WITH CAUTION.
4000 GOLD REWARD.
DEAD OR ALIVE."
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Owned by Esdeath. (Femdom x Male reader)
Storie d'amoreY/N was just a young boy attempting to make a living for his family. After spending his childhood without food, water or warm clothing, he goes out to find a job. After failing this, his family see their only option is to sell him as a slave. Y/N, a...
