“Lady Sarah, are you sure we can't keep this one as a mutt? The men have gotten slack in their
training and it would really liven them up.” A deep voice says as I wake up.
* Skill Poison Resistance lvl 1 acquired -
Hovered in front of my eyes as I woke up. Well atleast I’m getting skills.
“No, I need a new replacement as soon as possible. It can’t be helped unless one of you two would
like to be my replacement. That would work perfectly, how about you Gulrok would you care to be
this lady’s replacement.” She sneers out.
“What if it is your replacement, but also a mutt.” The man replies without answering the previous
question.
“That might work… I have to discuss it with Father though.”
“Okay, just send someone to me once we get back. You know where I will be.”
“Of course, Gulrok. I won’t forget.” The conversation dies off.
I’m laying on the wooden cart, head still covered with a bag. My right side is protesting against
every bump in the road, sores from staying in the same position for too long causing body cramps.
I slowly turn, so I’m laying on my back. The pain starts to relieve itself.
“Hmmm, guess I didn’t give him enough” I hear the lady say, as I hear her kneel down beside me.
With another prick on my neck I once again black out.
*Warning you have been poisoned*
*Warning you have been poisoned*
* Skill Poison Resistance lvl 2 acquired -
*Warning you have been poisoned*
*Warning you have been poisoned*
“Alright wake up you sad sack of shit!” I feel my head get slammed onto the bottom of the cart.
“Ughhhhh” I let out a weak groan, as my head feels like I got hit by a train.
“Alright up you go, I ain’t carrying you again. I'll drag you by the hair if I have to.” I’m grabbed by the
back of the neck and lifted to my feet, barely keeping my feet under me as I’m shoved forward.
The bag is still over my head, so I can’t see shit. God damn it, why couldn’t I have been sold to
some less asshole people. I’m shoved forward again, still disorientated from having my head
slammed against the floor. Then I’m falling. What the … I slam onto the ground with a huff knocking
the wind out of my lungs. Gasping for breath I lay there for a few seconds.
“Oh watch your step, we are still on the cart. Sorry, I should have warned you sooner.” *chuckle*
The man sneers.
That goddamn bastard. I’ll fucking kill this guy. The man jumps off the back of the cart and lifts me
from the back of the neck again and puts me on my feet.
“Come on we don’t got all day demi.” He shoves me forward every few seconds as I feel hard
gravel below my feet. We walk for a minute or two before I hear a voice call out.
“Is this the new one, he doesn’t seem to have much beast in him… Only his right arm.” A lady calls out.
“And one eye” the man growls as he shoves me forward.
“I’ll take him from here.” The woman quickly says, as I hear her walk towards me.
“You think I would let you take a new slave who doesn’t have a collar yet. You take one more step,
and I will mount your horns on my wall.” The man snarls out as he pulls me back towards him, and
the sound of a blade getting pulled out of its scabbard causes the woman to go deathly quiet.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” I hear the woman's feet take off at a brisk pace.
“Alright now that we have no distractions let's go.” He guides me up a few steps and through a
door, while he puts his sword back in its scabbard.
Once inside the bag that's been on my head gets taken off. What I see is an absolutely
Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.
breathtaking hallway. The ceiling is covered in a mosaic design, and reaches 12 feet high. The
walls are made from perfectly carved slabs of red granite with a deep dark cement between the 1
foot blocks. There is a large door straight ahead with two men in full plate armor standing next to
either side.
They both have the crest as the guards before but their guard armor is on a completely different
level. The silver metal looks like It is a perfectly carved stone, shining like a brand new paint job.
Both of them have a red cape hooked onto their shoulders. They both hold square shields with the
emblem of 2 crosses and a diamond between them. The one on the left side of the door holds his
shield on the left side while the other holds his on the right side. Both have vicious looking steel
scimitars on their sides. Off to the right side of the hallway is a door, almost hidden behind a suit of
armor to its right side.
“Alright enough gawking, let's get this done. I got shit I got to do” The man shoves me forward
towards the huge double doors. The guards on either side, and shove the huge door open. As they
push the door open, I see that both their capes have a lump poking the back just above their ass. I
make my way towards the door with the man keeping a hand on my shoulder.
“We are sorry” Both the guards who opened the door whisper towards me as I walk through.
Odd that the guards would say they are sorry. As we walk into the room, I’m greeted with a large
chamber. On either side of the room are 2 long tables with benches pre set with silverware for a
feast. There are 4 pillars on either side made from the same red marble as the hallway. Straight
ahead on a raised platform is a man sitting on a large wooden chair draped over the top is the pelt
of some sort of animal. The man is wearing a thick hide cape, with a luxurious red shirt and black
pants. He has a gray beard, with messy black hair speckled with gray. The man stands up as we
walk towards the center of the room.
“Sarah, they have arrived.” The man calls out to the left side of the room. The lady who was there
when I was bought walks out from a door to the left wearing a blue dress that looks much like the
red one, except for the fact this one actually fits her.
“Alright father let’s get this over with. I’m famished.” Sarah with a slight hint of boredom.
“Alright come here and you quickly come here.” As he points towards me.
I make my way towards him with my head down. What the hell are they going to do to me. Standing
in front of him the man next to me hands him a knife, a collar, and some type of vial.
I look at the collar - Analyze
* Analyze - Slave Collar- Used to ********* bind ******** to another, if slave disobeys will cause ****** or ******. Only broken if ***** is ****.
-Skill Analyze lvl 2 acquired-
“Alright Sarah, please hold out your hand.” Sarah does what she’s asked, and the man pricks the
tip of her finger and drips a tiny drop onto the collar.
“Okay, now turn around.” He says as he looks towards me. The man next to me spins me
around and throws me to my knees holding my arms to my sides and pressing me down to the
ground so I can’t move. Then pain erupts from my back as the man with the knife starts carving
away the flesh on my back. I can feel him make a large cut down down the left side of my back
followed by a cut just below the shoulder blade. He's carving me with the bloody emblem I keep
seeing! FUCK! He finishes and rubs the collar through the blood on my back. My vision starts to
swarm.
* Skill Pain Resistance lvl 3 acquired -
* Skill Pain Resistance lvl 4 acquired -
* Skill Pain Resistance lvl 5 acquired -
“SEAL!” The man shouts out, and locks the collar around my neck. I feel him putting some sort of
thick paste over the places where he cut me.
* Title Slave acquired -
----------------------------------------
Name: Kusk
Age: 7
Race: Demi-Human
Hit Points: 18/25
Mana: 5/10
Class: None
Stats
Strength: 12
Agility: 14
Vitality: 25
Intelligence: 14
Dexterity: 10
Skills: Common (Language) lvl 10, Luink (LizardFolk Language) lvl 7, Acrobatics lvl 4, unarmed fighting lvl 2, Cleaning lvl 10, Learning lvl 4, Cuteness lvl 2, Keen Eye lvl 2, Analyze lvl 2, Pain Resistance lvl 5, Poison Resistance lvl 2
Titles: Slave
Spells: None
“Alright it is done. Let us eat now. Go tell the rest of the family it is time” The man says to the guard
as he walks towards the table on the right side. I’m barely staying conscious as the man picks me
up and moves me to the table. I’m forced to stand behind where Sarah sits. Tears are running down
my face, and my back feels like it’s on fire. I’m so fucked.
After a few minutes, more and more people come into the room, until about 75% of the table is full.
I can’t keep my eyes open as the pain on my back is unbearable but most of the people who come
in are dressed in luxurious clothing much like Sarah and her father. Conversations start around the
table about miscellaneous things, but I don’t pay attention.
All I want to do is lay down and fall asleep.
After sometime, a bunch of human waitresses come into the room and start placing food down in
front of each person at the table. My mouth starts salivating as the rich smells invigorate my nose.
Sarah turns her head towards me.
“Alright, test my food for poison.” She says while looking me dead in the eyes. Holding out a small
plate of food made from portions of hers.Oh so that's my job.
I reach my hand out and take the small plate of food, placing the food into my mouth with my
hand. It appears to be a piece of steak, some scalloped potatoes, and a sort of weird pudding. It
tastes absolutely amazing. Maybe this won’t be as bad as I thought. After finishing the small plate
she pours some wine from her goblet into a small cup and I am forced to drink that as well.
The alcohol burns my throat as it goes down.
Sarah sits there patiently staring at me. No one else at the table has eaten anything on their
plates. Everyone's eyes eagerly looking at me. Waiting for me to fall down to my knees while thick
puss fills my mouth, but after five minutes nothing happens and they all begin eating. Holy shit.
They actually thought I was going to die. I wonder what happened to the person before me. No
wait, that's obvious. As they begin to eat a guard walks up behind me and places his hand on my
shoulder.
“Your job is done for now, until she eats again” He says as he walks me to the left side of the room
to the door Sarah came through.
He leads down a hallway to a room with a huge white elegant bed. There is a red dress thrown
over the side of a wooden panel on the right side of the room. Off to one side is a small cot, he
walks me towards the cot and points at it.
“Sleep.” He states as he turns and walks out of the room.
I’m too exhausted not to. I lay on the cot and as soon as my head touches the pillow, I drift into a
deep sleep.