Just A Slave (John Laurens x Reader x Yandere!King George)

Chapter Two

{Hey! I know some of you probably are confused about the title, you should have read the Introduction if you are. For every update, the chapter title will be the chapter number in a different language. Enjoy.}

Y/N glanced nervously around as the young man she felt safest around led her into a crowded, musty smelling bar. She jumped at every laugh and shout echoing around the cramped, yet lively space occupied by waitresses and rowdy men. John led her to two vacant bar stools and pulled out one of the cushioned seats for her, a sweet smile on his handsome features.

The young woman smiled in response as sat down, allowing him to push her stool back into the bar. Once he had done so, he sat down himself and ordered two beers for her and himself. Y/N half smiled and nodded at the bartender as he slid the two overfilled glasses down the bar. John caught them before the slid off the end of the bar and slid one of them towards h/c haired woman he already felt fondness towards.

"To your freedom and safety." He announced as he lifted his alcohol and raised it towards her.

Y/N laughed and lifted hers, gently clinking it against his and replying cheerfully.

"If freedom means working for you until my last breath, then I guess thats close enough." 

She stated before resting the glass to her lips and downing a large portion of her beer.

John frowned and set his glass down, a confused expression on his attractive features.

"No Y/N, I meant that you're free. I don't believe in slavery even if it's a 'work off debts,' plan."

He replied softly before lifting his drink up once more and sipping from it, which was unusual considering his specialty was immense drinking.

Y/N set her glass down with a loud clunk, a shocked look on her beautiful features.

"Thats not funny John, you don't joke about someones freedom."

She snapped before pushing her drink away from her, the surprised expression replaced by annoyance and anger.

He slammed his glass down as well, a serious look on his features as he quickly responded.

"I'm not one to joke about subjects such as this Y/N, I speak the truth."

John watched her, agitated by her rude and sudden claim. Y/N glared back defensively before pausing and exhaling heavily as she traced her finger around the rim of her glass.

"Are you... are you sure about this? You spent a lot more than necessary for me."

Y/N replied as she shifted nervously on her bar stool, suddenly beginning to feel uncomfortable by all the rowdy men and women around her. John noticed her discomfort and quickly stood up, his drink long forgotten. The young maidservant watched him as he did so, and repeated his actions. The freckled male swallowed thickly before speaking as he offered his arm.

"I am quite sure missy, and I believe we should discuss this somewhere more... secluded if that makes you more comfortable."

She smiled at his respectful tone towards her, considering she was used to being yelled at and bossed around. He grinned childishly in response and took another step towards her, playfully flapping his extended arm up and down and wiggling his eyebrows at her. Y/N giggled and nodded before wrapping her own arm around his, allowing him to gently secure his arm around hers and lead her slowly, but steadily out of the bar.

He made inappropriate, and brash gestures as he passed drunken men attempting to seduce uninterested women. This caused Y/N to cover her mouth in attempt to cover her grins and laughs. John continued to do so until the almost reached the exit, he would have continued if the young woman clinging to his arm hadn't suddenly been yanked away and dragging into the seething mass of intoxicated men.

"Y/N! Y/N! Where are you?"

John yelled into the crowd, violently shoving and pushing his way into the rough group of males smacking and groping each other in attempt to start fights. As for Y/N, she has been pushed up against the wall with a hand clamped firmly on her mouth. She screamed and squirmed but the man pinning her had a surprising iron grip.