The day I lost my freedom

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We stayed in bed for a while. I waited till the pills took effect and I rushed to the bathroom. Kuro helped me there. Maybe it was thanks to the pills or the ointment but it really wasn't hurting that much anymore. After we got back to bed, we both took our original positions. Me on my back and Kuro snuggled to my side. I had a bunch of questions and he seems to be relaxed.

"I have a lot of questions," I said. I wanted to find out if he was in the mood to talk.

"Go on and don't spare me," he replied. He seemed a little excited.

"Where are we?" I started with the one that was the most important to me at the moment.

"Don't you remember?" he asked. I shook my head.

"After I got hit in my head I don't remember too much. Just a few fragments of what was happening."

"We're out of the cellar now. This whole place is my mansion where my brother and I live. The cellar is used just occasionally. For example for new slaves but after they are trained we let them freely roam around the mansion. And specifically this room is my main room," he answered my first question.

"So does that mean I was supposed to be released into your mansion after you thought you trained me?" I asked, emphasizing that it was just his thought that he trained me. He laughed.

"I love your honesty, Keira," he told me wistfully.

"And yes, I would let you out of the cellar and you would have a little more freedom than before," he added.

"Why don't the slaves run away?" I didn't understand.

"They can't. There is no way to escape."

I looked at the windows. They didn't seem to be particularly secure.

"They can't be opened or smashed," Kuro answered before I could even ask.

"In that case the slaves are not creative enough," I replied. He smiled again.

"I can't wait to see what escape plan you will bring," he flirted. He didn't seem to be bothered by that. Maybe he was too sure that I couldn't manage to escape.

"You shouldn't underestimate me," I warned him.

"Actually I think it's you who is underestimating me," he said with a sweet voice. He stroked my cheek with his hand.

"How many slaves have you trained?" That was another question I was interested in. When he trained me he was so confident about it so it would make sense that I wasn't the first one.

"I only helped with a few others before you," he replied.

"And that's why you adjust the whole room for that?" I didn't understand. I found it strange that they would make a giant bed just for the sake of a couple of slaves, who were mostly already trained anyway.

"The room was originally used for something completely different... It belonged to my brother and he adjusted it to a harem room. Then he bought a lot of sex slaves and then... Well I guess you can imagine what was happening. After a while he got bored by that so we started using the room for the training."

"Oh," I said startled. I did not expect such an answer. For fuck's sake I slept in there!

"And what about that pig from yesterday? Isn't he still in that room?" I asked for more details this time.

Kuro was a little surprised by the nickname I called the buyer.

"I already took care of him."

"Will you have any problems because of that?" I asked. He smiled.