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Ch2

The maids almost jumped as he came up the stares. The looked wide eyed at the cuffs on Heero’s hands and the visible blood stains from Heero’s failed free from shackles attempt in the car.

“What? You’ve seen plenty of slaves before.” He barked. He had no time for their play-acting. They were born on L2, just as he had, and knew perfectly well the society here. You couldn’t even walk the streets without seeing a master ridiculing, punishing, or having sex with their slave.

“But, but,” A young maid said. “You usually have girl slaves, not man.”

So, that was the problem. It was true; he always had girl slaves before. Boys seem to break from the shame or something before they were truly trained. Girls, on the other hand, accepted it after a while. The relationship wasn’t weird for most girls. Of course, for girls like the head maid, it was weird.

He had male lovers before, just usually went to their houses. His male lovers tended to like to lie around with everyone they could. He couldn’t stop them. Only one of his lovers ever had been for like alone; the others were all political relationships that kept him in this mansion and out of the bottomless cells under the punishment cells. He wished he hadn’t had to have them, but when your father was a traitor, you do everything you can to make the most friends. He liked to spell friend like freind, because friends were to the end, and he hoped that wasn’t going to be so for his friends.

“So,” he said.

The head maid was the only one of the maids who didn’t pout. Stupid whores, just out for treats that they would get from his bed and seed. They were as corrupted as everyone else on this whore-infested colony. No shame at all. The only ones who had shame were the new whores kidnapped from different colonies through varying methods—lure, direct, drugs, money and to the imagination ways to get the bodies—even though the other colonies had laws against those types of things. What did that Chinese on refuge after the explosion of L5 say? Oh, yeah, L2 had no justice.

“I don’t have any problem with it,” the head maid said. “May I leave to see how the kitchen maids are doing?”

“Yeah, Dorothy, you may go and have your fun with Relena.” Dorothy didn’t even blush as she bowed and left… in the wrong way for the kitchens.

Duo glared, sending the maids left back a few steps. He then brushed by them with Heero in tow.

Heero gasped when he saw Duo’s room. Duo looked at him curiously, looked at his room, and chuckled. He didn’t see anything weird with it, but Heero must have been hit on the head with the reminder that this was not his world.

A bed dominated the room. It was a more then master canopy bed raised five feet above the floor with steps leading up to it. Red curtains surrounded the black frame and bed. Red silk sheets matched red pillows and the red window curtains around the single window above the headboard of the bed. Chains were hung from each corner of the bed. The walls around the bed were red with a trimming of black. Various tools of the trade lined the walls.

Duo stopped laughing when he saw Heero’s wide eyes a frantic look. Heero’s hands clenched and unclenched. His eyes traveled from one instrument to another, but always coming back to the chains on the window with a blush. He opened his mouth to ask something but quickly closed it when he looked at Duo.

“Yes, I sometimes have the window opened when I do it or it’s done to me. Do not worry; I will not use it on you today.“ Heero nodded his head in understanding and blushed some more.

“Tell you what, if you promise not to try to escape, I will take the chains off.”

Heero nodded his head and lifted his manacled hands. Duo took out the key in his hidden pocket and unlocked the manacles. They hit the red-carpeted floor with a dull thud, and Heero almost smiled.

“Now, get onto the bed.”

Heero squished his eyes shout. His hands clenched again. After a minute, he opened them. He swept the room must more, stopping at one set of manacles, then another, and then the window ones. He glanced at the floor at the fallen manacles. They still were blood stained.

He nodded his head

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