| Fan Fiction |
by DBSKAngel
16 year old Shim Changmin, ran a hand over his face, wiping away the sweat. It early morning which meant a very hot day. Changmin sighed and decided to take a small break and get some water from the well near this house. He walked from the fields towards home, thinking about his family’s desperation. The crops were dying from too much sun and no rain. They could barely afford anything these days. Already more then half the crops had died, which meant their crops for the holidays were dead too, what they had left they had to sell and hope they got enough money to last the winter. Their landlord already came twice a week demanding money for the small house they lived in. Changmin arrived at the well, and pulled up the bucket and took a long drink. He glanced at his mother who was sweeping the front porch and constantly looking up.
“Mother? What is it?” Changmin asked, walking over to his mother.
His mother blinked, “I thought you were in the fields...”
“I came for a short break, its very hot this morning.”
His mother looked at him, “Changmin I-”
Her mother broke off as the sounds of hoofs and horses distracted her.
Changmin turned around and studied the men coming towards them. Changmin snarled and grabbed the broom from his mother, holding it in front of him like a weapon.
“Mother get inside, I will take care of these slavers. Get dad.”
“I am here son, put that down,” his father said, coming limping out of the house, holding onto his cane.
“Father, what would slavers want out here? They are looking for trouble, coming to take food no doubt,” Changmin said, “everyone is doing badly this year, food is scares and expensive.”
They riders and caravan stopped some feet from them.
Changmin stepped forward, “You’re not welcome here. What do you want?”
The leader, raised an eyebrow at him then looked over at his father, “this the woman?”
His father nodded, “Yes.”
The man looked Changmin over, “I want the boy”
Changmin blinked, turning to look at his father who looked away, then back at the man, “What?!”
The man grinned at the boy, “I am buying you, boy,” he got down from his horse.
Changmin’s father stepped forward, “That wasn’t the agreement!”
“You want the money!?”
Changmin’s father spat on the ground, “Its hard enough agreeing to sell my wife!”
“Well she was right about no one buying you. You have nothing to offer. And neither does your wife!”
“You will not take him!” Changmin’s mother yell, grabbed Changmin and pulling him back.
“RUN SON RUN!” Changmin’s father yelled.
Changmin dropped the broom and fled.
“GET HIM!” the leader yelled.
Changmin heard his mother’s wail of despair then scream, and the sounds of hoofs. Changmin yelled when something grabbed him around the middle and pulled him over the horse. Changmin struggled and fought, then was pushed off the horse and landed painfully onto the hard ground at the leader’s feet.
“Changmin, I’m sorry!” his mother wailed, being held back by some of the men.
Changmin snarled as hands, grabbed him pulling him to his feet and tying his hands. He dropped onto the ground and kicked out, knocking over the man.
Changmin jumped to his feet, then fell back onto the ground as his head connected with something hard, making everything turn white. Changmin blinked trying to clear his vision, as something grabbed him and tossed him across a horse.
“Guess your riding with me, kid. You’re feisty and a looker, I know just where I am taking you.”
The man turned his horse towards the rode, “it was a pleasure Shim-ssi. Lets go men!”
Changmin looked at his parents, and watched as the slaver’s men stabbed them, Changmin blacked out.
Changmin groan, his head pounding and opened his eyes. It was nighttime, and he was laying on the ground, his hands tied behind his back, next to a fire. He saw other people and knew they were slaves, he wondered where they came from. When the men had come, there hadn’t been any slaves with them.
“Your up kid,” the leader said, “Hungry?”
Changmin glared at him silently.
“Look kid I know you’re mad but shit happens in life, get over it. Not eating isn’t going to make anything better. Either you eat of your own free will or my men with shove it down your throat, so pick.”
Changmin nodded his head, and the man untied his hands, then retied them in front of him, then handed him a bowl of soup. Changmin hadn’t realized how hungry he was, until he smelt the rabbit soup. He gulped it down still feeling hungry.
“Ha! Knew you were hungry kid, want some more? Not surprising for a growing boy such as your self, be glad to sell you so I wont have to feed you.”
Changmin blinked and felt red hot rage and shook his head.
“Hell, your lucky it was me who bought ya. I’m a nice slaver.”
One of his crew men snorted.
The leader turned to look at him, “Do I rape my slaves before I sale them?”
“No, sir.”
“See? Your lucky kid, just don’t make trouble for me and this will all be smooth sailing. You do give me trouble and I’ll beat you black and blue and your buyer won’t see those bruises I promise you that. Got it?”
Changmin snarled at him and threw the bowl at him, “NO ONE IS GOING TO SELL ME!”
Changmin got up and ran. He wasn’t going to stop until his bonds tugged on him. He jerked, and realized there was a rope attached to tied hands. He heard laughing behind him and began to tired and chew his bonds.
“Tsk, tsk tsk. Your going to regret this kid,” the leader said, holding onto the end of the rope.
Changmin tried to back away but the leader tugged hard on the rope causing Changmin to jerk forward.
“I told you not to give me trouble. I told you if you did, I would beat you black and blue. Did you think I was bluffing?”
Changmin began to shake his head no, more out of fear then anything, still trying to back away. The leader towered over the tall boy, who looked up at him, his eyes wide. Changmin opened in mouth in pain, trying to get air, and he rumbled to the floor. The leader stood there is hand in a fisted uppercut. Changmin curled into a ball, his hands on his stomach, gagging and chocking.
“I’m going to go easy on you kid cause it your first day, try anything after this and you get more then a sore stomach.”
Changmin coughed, then groaned as he was forced to his feet. He dragged his feet and pulled on the robe as the leader’s men took the rope from him and pulled him back towards the fire.
“Kid you tug anymore and I will drag you back you understand?” ask the man holding his rope.
Changmin hissed at him but stopped tugging.
The man turned to the leader, “This kid is a wild cat, sure you can tame him?”
The leader glanced at the kid, “That won’t be my job, that will be his owners.”
The man laughed, “I feel sorry for them.”
The leader laughed as well, “I think I feel sorrier for the kid and his wild soul. It will be hard fo him to adjust. His owners will be use to tough cases like him.”
“This they will buy him?”
The laughed smiled wickedly, “they’ll buy him.”
Changmin listened to them and didn’t realized he had started shaking, he was pulled back to the fire and order to lay down and sleep. Changmin obeyed and closed his eyes, trying to sleep and not cry.
“Up and at them, kid.”
Changmin moaned and was hauled to his feet, then something shoved into his hands. He looked at the mug of water and bread.
“Eat, we leaving in five minutes,” said one of the slavers.
Changmin ate the bread and downed the water, handing back the mug.
Changmin was forced to walk behind the caravan with the other slaves.
He was exhausted after two hours of constant walking. When the stopped he sat on the ground with the other his hands over his head because of the lack of rope. He was forced to stand up to drink the water handed to him. After a quick bathroom break, they were off again.
It was late night when they came upon a town. Changmin looked away from the people who stopped to stare. They stopped in front of a large well light inn. Changmin read the sign, Night House. Changmin wondered why there were at a Night House, it was a whore house, but it also a inn. Maybe the men wanted to stay here the night.
The leader smiled as a woman walked out and stood in the door way, “Can I help you gentlemen?”
“Is the Mistress of Night available?” the leader asked.
“You’re looking at her.”
“Ma’am I am selling slaves and I have one, I thought you might be interested in.”
The woman frown, “really and which one of your ragged slaves would catch my eye?”
The leader gesture to one of his men. Changmin’s rope was removed from the caravana nd he was pulled towards the house, Changmin followed dumbfounded.
The woman walked forward and grabbed Changmin’s chin, “Pretty, good body. I can already think of customers who would enjoy him. How much you asking?”
“400 silver,” the leader said.
The woman chewed her lower lip, “300"
“Deal,” the man said.
The woman entered the house, then came back with a money bag and handed it to the man.
The woman took the rope, “Come on honey, lets get you inside.”
Changmin snapped out of it, “NO!!!”
Changmin pulled away from the woman and ran. He felt himself grabbed from behind but he fought.
“NO! NOT HERE! ANYWHERE BUT HERE!!!! NO!!!” Changmin screamed.
“STOP IT KID!!” the leader said, pinning Changmin to the ground.
Tears rolled down Changmin’s face, “not here.....let me go!!”
Changmin cried out as the leader hit him on the head, hard enough for Changmin to see stars.
He felt himself being pulled up, and dragged back towards the house. Changmin struggled weakly.
The woman chuckled, “He is going to be a handful, nothing I can’t handle. Follow me, we will leave him in one of the training rooms.”
Changmin spent the next three months being broken in and trained. Changmin hated it and tried to run away over and over the first two months but each time he was stopped before he left the house. There were too many people. Even the slaves told him he was stupid to try to leave. That here in a Night House, he had more control of his life and who was in his bed then with any other owner. Changmin shook his head, screaming at them, how could they just take this.
Changmin sat on his bed in his room, wiping his mouth after vomiting after seeing a very graphic sex sense between men, the whole time the two men explained different techniques then showed him. Changmin wanted to die. He hated his life and wanted out.
He heard a knock and looked at the two men from the lesson, “Come on kid, you’re not done yet.”
ONE MONTHS LATER
Changmin shook from head to tone, he has been here for almost four months, reluctant to learn but the Mistress of Night had had enough of his run away and hesitating and she was throwing him in early. She had come to his room twice in the pass month telling him if he didn’t get his act together and behave she was going go throw him to the wolves, and she had.
Changmin jumped when a slave girl grabbed his hand, “the first time is tough, it gets easier.”
Changmin stared at her, almost in tears.
The girl shook her head, “Don’t look scared or you’ll get one of cruel ones. Look serious, calm, indifferent.”
Changmin nodded as she let go of his hand and he took a deep breath, then schooled his expression to one that he hoped was naturel.
The girl nodded her has as men and woman entered the room, looking at that nights choice in pleasure slaves and frees.
“If you can make eye contact with Silva. She is nice and gentle. She is the one in the blue dress.”
Changmin gave the girl a tiny nod and just hoped he would get a woman not a man.
“Jin, darling,” the woman called Silva said and kissed the girl next to Changmin on the mouth.
The girl Jin smiled, “Miss Silva, how are you?”
“Good, good, looking for some fun tonight.”
Jin smiled, “Can I introduce you to your newest?”
“Of course!”
“Silva this is Changmin, he just came to us 4 months ago.”
“Four months? Mistress of Night tossed him out early, that good huh?”
Jin laughed, “No, that much of a trouble maker. He is constantly running away and slipping out of lessons. I thought you could be his first.”
Silva looked at Changmin, who looked back.
Silva laughed, “I can see that. He looked like a scared wild cat. I am guessing he is just as wild with those fading bruises.”
Changmin jerked away automatically when Silva touched his cheek.
Silver raised an eyebrow at him, then took his hand, “I think you will enjoy this more then you think Cat.”
Changmin followed, half dragging his feet. Silva went to the Mistress of Night’s log book, where one of her assistance stood taking names of customers and who they would have that night and prices. Silva paid then lead Changmin upstairs. It was the longest night for Changmin but he wasn’t sure if it was the best or worse.
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