Jimin is a 20-year-old boy who is living a perfect life until one day when he gets kidnapped and sold to a slave camp where his life is utterly miserable.
Things get another hurtful turn when he is sold to a cold-hearted 22-year man who is heartbro...
"I wanted to feel, I wanted to care but it was more easy to just turn it off"
JK POV:
"Bring me the boy", I commanded my guards in a stern tone as I gulped the water down my throat calming my parched pharynx.
I saw his seemingly lifeless body being dragged by the guards as they brought him out of the basement. He had visibly shrunken in one night as he looked more pale and void of life. They tried to make him stand on his feet but he seemed too weak to stand on his own. His lips looked chapped and bruised and his stomach could be seen sunken inside his belly from his tattered clothes.
I felt guilty for a moment since he was sent to that cold basement upon my orders without given any food or water but he deserved it. He dared to talk back to me and I needed to show him who was in charge here. I quickly stepped on my soft sided part of the soul and pulled over my cold mask again.
"Take him away and ask someone to wash his filthy body and dress him in proper clothes. Feed him something so that he could have some strength in his body. After all, I didn't buy him to just lay around leisurely", I ordered my servants as they took his body out of my sight.
After an hour he was brought back to me again but this time dressed in proper clothes. He looked in much better shape now, but something about him felt different. He wasn't crying or quivering like the last time but just blankly looking at the floor. I ordered him to look at me and so he did. His eyes appeared void of any emotion, giving me a blank but an obedient stare. He felt to me more like an obedient dog rather than a human.
"Good", I smirked, "finally he had learned his proper place," I thought.
"Put him to work tomorrow and make sure to not go easy on him. Give him enough food to survive. I don't want to waste my food on lowly lives like him", I harshly ordered my head servant who nodded in obedience.
"Good, now take him out of my sight I can't stand his ugly body in front of me", I glared at him coldly who immediately looked down as I left the room to lie on my comfy bed after a long day.
JM POV:
It's been weeks now since my arrival.
Every day I was dragged out of the basement like an animal and made to do the most heavily and difficult tasks that my poor body could barely do, leaving me extremely tired and exhausted each day. Being a petite person I was the perfect candidate to clean the chimney which was the most hectic and difficult task of all. I was given a minimum amount of food but it was still enough for me, I think and I was thankful that at least I got to eat clean food unlike in the camp where it was better to puke it out then to digest it.
I would sometimes see the master while I was working or passing by the hallway but never met his gaze nor did he notice me. It was good since I won't be subjected to his cold demeanor at least. I have heard from the slaves that he is an extremely violent person who won't let his servants go without punishing them if they would make some mistake. Even the slightest thought sent shivers down my spine of being punished.
My body had barely started healing from all the blows and beatings that I had been getting at the camp for these past two years. I can't stand the thought of being painted black and blue again.
"I would just try to avoid screwing things up", I thought as I continued my work
JK POV:
It's been four months since his arrival and I have barely seen him around, not that I want to see his filthy ass, I remarked.
"What was his name again?", oh, wait I don't know in the first place because I never asked.
It wasn't important anyway so I don't care.
I was lost in my thoughts as I saw him carrying a heavy bucket of soap and sat a few meters away from me, scrubbing the floor. I couldn't help but stare at him.
His soft pink hair covering his eyes looking like delicious cotton candy, His shirt slightly hanging from his left shoulder, his milky white skin exposed, his collarbones looking so prominent. I gulped slightly looking at him.
"What the hell Jeon, stop thinking this way he is too low for your taste", I scolded myself as I loudly slammed the book I have been reading on the table and walked away.
JM POV:
I could feel my master's gaze upon me and it's making me uncomfortable. But it wasn't like I could do anything about it.
I was a slave; remember so I just continued with my work.
A loud sound of a book slamming against the table made me flinch as I saw him walking out of the room in my peripheral vision.
I released the breath that I didn't know I was holding all this time.
"shoof! That was close", I thought as I continued my work.
3RD POV:
Jimin had been working for hours cleaning the living room chimney. It was the weekend but on the contrary, he had more than usual work piled up for him since the rest of the servants was busy preparing breakfast for the Jungkook. It wasn't like anyone else care if Jimin had more workload then them. They also used to slack off and making Jimin do their work instead since he was alone and weak and didn't have anyone to stand for him.
He was done cleaning after working straight for four hours. He was covered with coal and dust so he decided to take a quick shower.
Surprisingly he was allowed to use the servant's washroom that was at the end of the hallway near servant quarters. He went to the washroom and started cleaning himself thoroughly enjoying the warm water that was calming his nerves. After taking his sweet time and making sure that he was all clean he wrapped a towel around his torso and held his hand to the fresh set of clothes.
But that was when he realized that he forgot to bring clean clothes and he couldn't wear the previous since they were all dirt and his effort of cleaning himself would go to waste.
" everyone is busy so no one would notice", Jimin thought as he stepped out of the washroom making his way towards the basement tiptoeing, trying not to draw attention towards himself as he was wandering the hallways half naked.
He was almost at the end of the hallway when he heard a loud growl at his back.
