Slavery || Lee Taeyong

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"Recruitment time. If you are of no use, you are easily disposable," they said.

I was raised for this. I was born to defeat them. I can feel it in my blood.

The man with the cane walked down the line. There were about 35 people my age. He said he would choose 20, and delete the rest.

Delete means murder. At first, I thought it meant deleted from the list. No. It means death.

The group I was in held people of age 18-20. I was 19, right in the middle.

I was told that they don't choose girls. That girls are weak, and puny. That they don't work as slaves.

I remember in the olden days, back when females were used as none other than slaves.

Now it was the year 4018, where slavery was meant for the stronger, the men. The mindset of leaders changed.

The man with the cane came further down the line, about 10 people down from me. He examined our main stats.

Such as, height, weight, strength, capability, stamina, and speed.

Each must measure at least 100 nicks. Everything, except time used the same unit. More nicks means more, less nicks means less.

"You may be disposed of," he says to the person next to me. I look over with pity. She had tears in her eyes.

I wasn't surprised though. Females were easily disposed of.

"You may be disposed of," he says to me, without even scanning me. It took me some effort to not shout at him. "Look at my strength, my stamina, my speed," I said firmly.

He stops where he was, probably surprised that I talked back.

"Please direct yourself to the disposing area, where the females belong," he says, with no emotion whatsoever.

The man wore black glasses and held a cane. I had suspected that he was blind in a way. Sometimes I just believe that he wasn't human.

"My stamina is over 200, I have at least 110 nicks of pure muscle. I am taller than the average 19 year-old. I can run over 130 nicks an hour, and I can fight too," I said, silently praying that he will reconsider.

He turns to look at me once more. Under his dark glasses, I saw a blue flash. His bionic eye. He uses it to scan the recruits for their physical aspects, and characteristics.

"Hm. Alright. Go with the males. I will not tolerate any sexual business, unless instructed to do so by your master."

I obeyed and walked over to the section, where the males stood in order. They were all handsome. I wonder if that was a quality that they needed in order to be recruited.

I felt out of place.

But there was something bothering me.

Why would the Master instruct us to have sexual business with somebody else?

(A/N): chapters will be significantly shorter than usual chapters, but will be updated more often.