"No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her." sighed Taehyung as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings.
Meet 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐢𝐦, 𝚊 𝚙𝚞...
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She walked down the hallway of the slave building, the corridor narrow and long. On her left side, there were tall walls, on her right side she passed by the cells. Some were open and some were closed with the slaves sitting inside.
It was Kookie’s fifth day in the slave establishment. She had spent two days in the confinement room which had prevented her from being branded as the other slaves. She had been careful at the word of her cellmate but it was after she had come to see the blood seeping from the dresses that the slaves wore which worried her.
The screams and cries in the night didn’t stop and neither did they stop in the morning or the time of noon. It wasn’t difficult to get into trouble with the guardsman of the establishment but it wasn’t hard to escape it either until one knew how to handle them with a se*ual favour.
She had been worried about the brand mark as every slave in this establishment carried one on their body. But the marks weren’t necessarily in the commonplace which made it easier for her to hide when all the slaves were sent to take a bath.
