The Unthought Fate [MxM]

Chapter 9

Six years later

Vlad

Tomorrow I leave the slave training facility. I'm being sent to my permanent master apparently.

I think I should feel anxios or nervous, because of this move. I don't.

Maybe I should wonder if I'll be treated ok or get punished for existing, if I will sleep inside a building or outside with the animals or under the clear night sky, will I get my own food or some leftovers from the masters, if any left. I don't.

I don't ask those questions, because it doesn't matter. I've been through it all, it's nothing new for me now, nothing I can't manage anyway.

It's been a couple of years since the cruelty of people has stopped surprising me, they are all vile and I'm at their mercy, I have absolutely no power to change a thing on my own.

Six years, that is how much time passed since I was caught by those mercenaries, while dad was away for supplies. I have never heard of him since we were separated by that crazy person shorty after.

I tried asking other slaves, if they saw or heard something among the masters, but nothing, absolutely nobody saw or knew anything about a bird shifter named Eric. It was as if the ground opened and swallowed him and his entire existence, but I wasn't giving up. At some point, I will get even the tiniest bit of information about him.

It took me years to get over the heartbreak of not being able to say goodbye to him and to be left with so many questions and doubts. So many nights were filled with different scenarios of "what if" and "maybe".

I mostly blamed myself, for being so weak, in body and mind. I only freeze when confronted, not able to do or say a thing, let alone to defend myself or others.

  My dad made a promise to my mother, to protect me with his life. If my poor mother, who sacrificed herself for me to exist, would see what I've become, the disappointment I am, I think she would definitely regret it. Maybe dad was even happy he got rid of me and now living a peaceful life, with a new family. I was just a burden for him if you think about it, a kid with no powers or skills worth the trouble, that he had to keep hidden because apparently I was a problem to royals.

Me a problem to royals? That was the only thing that still made me laugh...

That reminds me, my so called forever master is some royalty. I was going to live in a castle, or outside of it in some barn, who knows. I don't know what made the trainers think I am ready for than place, but whatever, it's not like I can do anything about it.

After almost six years of being a slove, both training in the special facilities and practicing at different masters, I still make many mistakes and receive the corresponding discipline, the healing cuts and bruises on my whole body speak for themselves.

They say that the perfect slave is invisible and yet always there, ready for service, at the master's disposal.

I'm very far from being the perfect slave, that is why I was sent back and forth from the training facility to different masters, to get acquainted with all types of environments, personalities and habits and become what they desired.

In the end, I did became something, and that was not the perfect slave as I already established, but I became certain that they were all just crazy, vile and greedy individuals. No amount of submission was enough for them, no amount of pain they inflicted was sufficient, there was just no end to this madness, they only wanted more and more and it seems impossible to please them at all.

I was really tired, it was rather late at night and I should definitely get some sleep, at least 3-4 hours. I was unable to shut my eyes though, not because of where I'm going, but because of what I'm leaving behind.