Re: Holding Pens
He found it a bit unfair having been placed in the smaller pen, in which the more difficult slaves were being kept. Yes, he had broken one of his captor’s nose when he attacked the group of supernaturals, but once they had overpowered him, he behaved as best as he could.
A handler was guarding their pen and Liam sat there, hands dangling between his bent knees. He was only wearing the hide pants he himself made a while ago, some fading bruises from his capture still decorating his body and face. The other slaves were talking hushed to each other, having excluded him when they’ve noticed that, he wasn’t opposed to being here. He ignored them, remembering the first time he was here as a small boy, with his mother holding him close and crying.
While he was daydreaming the other slaves decided that he should be the focus of their frustration and fear, and edged closer to him. “You should kneel, you know? Like a good little slave, if you are so eager for a new master. “ Liam looked at them equally as hostile, tensing up when being crowded up on. “Leave me alone please. I don’t want any trouble.” He was annoyed, but tried keeping it civilized, which set the other slaves off. “Oh look how polite he is. So eager to find a master so he can grovel at their feet and suck cock like the little slut you are with that precious mouth.” Another slave jeered and grabbed Liam harshly by his jaw. Liam gripped his wrist, bending it brutally, having it close to snapping, which caused the man to squeal like a pierced pig.
He was promptly gripped by his hair and pulled out of the pen by the handler that guarded it. “Hey, I didn't start it!” “I don’t care.” The handler barked and urged him into a small, empty pen, before shackling his hands and feet. Liam didn’t resist, althought he angrily kicked at a wooden bar once the handler was gone.