The King's Lover {COMPLETED✔}

THE PITS

Chapter:2

"Damon."

Damon stirred from sleep to find the beautiful face he had known since waking up in this dreaded place called

'The Pits.'

He had no memory of what his life was like before. Whenever he tried to remember, even just a little, his head would hurt so much that he would grab onto both sides of his head and scream to unconsciousness.

Damon had long given up on trying to remember his past and had accepted his fate. He even stopped keeping track of time, but as days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, Damon realized he has spent two years in The Pits since he woke up here.

He had seen slaves being sold and more being bought. But no one had sold him, neither does it look as though anyone would buy him.

The only person he knew was Erin, whom he considered as his friend. A beautiful slave, who looked about his age, with golden locks that reminded him of something or someone, another memory he could not recall.

It was a miracle that he still remembered his name, although he did not remember telling anyone his name. He was called Damon from the day he woke up.

A mistake made by those who took him.

"Are you feeling alright Mon?" Erin asked with concern. He has been in charge of the man since the day his master brought him in with a bleeding hand that took months to heal but the scars still remained.

Damon stared into the brown little eyes of the other man and smiled.
Erin always called him "Mon" and his heart would skip whenever he heard that.

"I am," Damon whispered.

"You did not sleep a wink all day until I held you in my arms for almost two hours. You kept calling that name again and again. You would not wake up and do not stop crying in sleep either."

Damon crawled to the far end of the bed and curled himself into a ball.

"Who is this man from your past who would not leave you alone in your present?" Erin came closer and sat beside him.

"I do not know Erin. I tried to remember, but nothing comes to my mind." Damon's voice cracked.

"What about the dreams you see of him every other night ?"

"I don't remember anything by the time I wake up."

Erin extended his arms to embrace the sorrowful man. Damon hugged him tightly.

"Why is it so hard to remember?" His eyes spilled.

"You will remember when the time is right my friend."

After what seems like Enos had passed with both men holding onto each other. Erin peeled himself away from Damon and stared into his eyes.

"We have to get ready Mon. Our master will be arriving soon, and we better be on time to serve him." Erin pulled him up and undressed him before he himself did, and together they both washed each other clean, got dressed and left their small bedroom into the spacious building.