Re: The Shop Stalls - Damon and Open
"Well, let's just say that its quite apparent he isn't used to a slave with my...appetite." the shifter replied with a devilish smirk before glancing back at the painting the vampire just purchased. It was quite a beautiful piece.
"What kind of person volunteers to be a slave?" Kai laughed, tilting his head slightly. It was definitely one of the stranger things had heard. "No, I was sold to a brothel at twelve after my parents decided that their son would be worth some drugs to score. Once that place closed down I was sent to one here. And then I was put up for sale again to be purchased by Mr. Zarconi."
There was no bitterness in the boys voice as he spoke. He had outgrown his anger and hatred long ago. It was just how the world worked. Some people got dealt shifty hands.
"What about yourself cher? What brings you to this shit hole of an island?"