Chapter 2 – 2. The Man Who Could Be Enslaved.

“We have to escape somehow.”

I made that commitment last night.

─ Oh, you’re strong.
─ Lord of the top! Didn’t you get it right?!
─ Congratulations!

Memories are replayed
It was an intolerable nightmare.

The feeling of being forcibly erected while being bound by men.
An indescribable sensation ran through my genitals, and I really wanted to kill myself.
I knew very well what that feeling was like.

─The size is not normal for a human on the east continent… A noble lady’s toy, a shop lady’s dog, a filthy fat man with a hobby of sodomy, he could sell them to anyone. I mean, at a very high price.
─ If it goes up for auction, everyone will want to buy it. I’m probably out of my mind
─ At this level, I can forgive you for attacking me.

It was an experience I never want to go through again.
Not a woman’s hand, but a man’s hand, forced by rough and crude hands…

“Woo-wook…”

Nausea came up.
I didn’t want to cry, but tears welled up in my eyes.

If you become a slave, you have to suffer such absurdities without a break.
It was a cruel fate for me who lived as a free person.

“I arrive in the city tomorrow. Now is your chance to escape. Hey guys. You can’t give up without even trying. Let’s try it.”
“…”

No answer came back.
There was no sign of agitation.

They gave up
I gave up my freedom.

It seemed that he was not sorry for himself who would live as a slave.

“…”

But do I have the courage to try to escape?
Is there a 10% chance of success?

I shook my head.
No matter how you think about it, 0 percent.

It doesn’t have superhuman strength, and it doesn’t have any cheats that a protagonist would have.
It’s not like I was lucky enough to get the key.
If there were any helpers at the top of the slaves, they would have seen hope.

“Amy Sibaal…”

I squatted down inside the narrow cage and closed my eyes.
Even in an uncomfortable position, I had a good night’s sleep.

─ Let’s go! If you run fast, you can arrive in the morning!
─ Yes!

Hee-yi-!
The carriage started again.
Perhaps thanks to the long rest, the horses began to run while neighing vigorously.

The atmosphere in the wagon did not seem to be getting any better.

‘Are you arriving in the morning? To the city? Then how about escape?’

My hands and feet were shaking.
As he remembered what had happened last night, a sense of crisis ran through his body.

Becoming a slave is the end.
The moment the slave stamp is engraved, they can no longer resist.

It would be perfect if it was sold to a kind female owner.
I know very well that such a dreamy future is not mine.

When slaves are sold from wholesalers to retailers, and from there to their respective masters.
You might think that it would be better if you were a fat aristocratic lady.
Horrible.

‘… Please, isn’t someone coming to save me?’

My wish was a futile hope.
No one saved me

It would be nice if there were warriors around.

Even those warriors cannot change slavery itself.
Because slavery is natural in their values.
I didn’t even think of changing it.

Except for Luke—.

‘… Luke just graduated from the academy, damn…’

Right now, Luke’s power cannot break slavery.
I would later grow up and break the absurdity, but right now it was impossible.

Either escape on your own or become a slave quietly.
Of the two options, I didn’t like either one.

The carriage quickly heads for the city.
And after a while it slowed down.
I started to hear something like a strange noise outside.

‘It’s arrived.’

After running without rest, the slave caravan reached the city.
While struggling with various thoughts, he took a step toward becoming a slave.

“You, me, and those children, it’s over now.”

The old man giggled and laughed.
Laughter leaked out as if wind had filled his lungs.
The situation was so funny that I wondered if I was crazy.

“This is really fucked up.”
“I hope you will meet a good master.”
“… Are there any good people among those who claim to be owners? Buying and selling people—”

No matter how good you treat them, it’s a master-slave relationship.
A relationship that can be smashed by one side is not a good relationship no matter how much you wrap it up.

“Su-in doesn’t treat you like a human. That’s why they trade as slaves.”
“… Chew. “

Even old people understand.
But what the hell are the kids being held here for?

“I’ll change everything when I enter the warrior’s party.”
“… Are you saying you want to become a slave to the warriors’ party? Please pray that the hero will purchase you.”
“…”

Is a slave
Slave Dreams
Something other than self-liberation.

It was, really, nonsense.
Can hopeless hope be called hope?
I’m not sure.

Pass through the city gates
You can’t see it outside, but you can see it.

The coachman was driving the horse, and it was felt that he was careful.
I didn’t even increase the speed any more.
If you’re in the city, if you’re moving through the streets, it’s just the right speed.

The carriage stopped.
The horse neighed, and there was an uproar outside.
What you talk about has changed.

– Get off all the slaves!

Pulling back the carriage curtain, one of his men climbed up.
After unlocking the iron bars, they lowered them one by one.

“Get off.”

He had a smile on his face, but his voice was hoarse.
Because the most effective thing for slaves was fear.

The sun is beating down outside the wagon.
Since last night until now, I was only in the carriage, so the light was quite uncomfortable.
He frowned.

Still, I did not forget to check the surroundings.
An alley next to a magnificent building.
Directly in front was a two-story annex building.

Each wagon slave gathered in one place.
Everyone stood in a row dressed in loose rags.

The slave trader took an overall look at the slaves.
He frowned slightly in front of the old man, but nodded as if their achievements were not bad.

I want to slap him in the head right now.
I remembered the humiliation I suffered last night, and anger engulfed my body.

However, it soon cools down.
The creaking handcuffs and shackles awakened my spirit.

No matter how much you resist, it will come back again.
By making it bigger, it annoys me.

Restraints and violence made people powerless.
The emotions I’m feeling right now are surprisingly not unfamiliar.

For some reason, I quickly found out.

‘… It’s stronger than what I felt in Nonsan.’

I can’t escape on my own
The discomfort from that fact is greater than expected.
I felt it while looking at the barbed wire in Nonsan and in the base.

“Follow me.”

The slave trader led the slaves into an annex on the second floor.
One of the signboards on the building was engraved with the word wild flower in elegantly scrawled handwriting.

I walked down the well-decorated hallway.

The eyes of the slaves following in a row were full of anxiety.
It hurt my eyes from the light that was shining brightly inside the building.

The slave trader’s men surrounded the slaves and followed them as if escorting them.
No matter how you look at it, escape was impossible.
A sigh came out of my mouth.

“Wait a minute, guarding them. I’ll tell Mr. Greg and come back.”
“Yes.”

The slave trader caught his breath in front of a rather nice visit.
Inside the room, it seemed that someone superior to the slave trader was waiting.

Smart-.
“Greg, this is Jack from the White Dream Company.”
— … I’m leaving, so wait.
“Yes, I will be waiting.”

A heavy man’s voice came from inside.

The slave trader, Jack, obeyed Greg.
The slaves were parked at the door and their legs trembled nervously.

Soon after, the visit was opened.
It was a man named Greg.

‘I don’t know who it is.’

Just because you read the original doesn’t mean you know everything.

Protagonist and heroine.
The supporting actors who help them and the villains who hinder them.
Until there.

No matter how much you concentrate on reading, you cannot memorize all the small extras.

Greg looked at Jack with a cold face.
Jack lowered his head and didn’t lift it.

“Jack. Just in time for the auction. Do you guys make deals like this in the first place?”
“… Sorry. But if you look at the guys we brought in, Greg will understand.”
“Nice. You are proud.”

Greg looked away from Jack.
The expressionless eyes were rather bizarre.

“Let’s see how many good guys they brought.”
“You will like it.”
“That’s for me to judge. If you don’t like me, I won’t do business with you guys from now on. Don’t forget that buying these slaves is because you’ve been good to them.”
“Yes.”

Jack was proud.
He put the slaves out as if to take a look.

Greg’s eyes began to examine the slaves one by one.
It’s like checking the condition of things.

The male prisoner’s overall skeleton and species were checked, and the female prisoner’s face, body and chastity were checked.

“Huh. Black…”

In front of everyone—.
I tore off the cloth that was covering the groin of the female prisoners, and after forcibly opening their crotches, I checked the membrane inside the female genitals.
The indifferent attitude gave me goosebumps.

‘Fuck.’

Being a male prisoner is not something you only see on the outside.
The size of the penis was also confirmed as if it were natural.

However, there was a sense of looking at it roughly compared to female prisoners.
It meant less important.

At this rate, my pants would come off as well.
The nightmare of last night is replayed again.
Standing erect among the males, they are judged, not judged.

I feel sick to my stomach.
I feel like throwing up.

“… East continent humans?”
“It took me a while to catch this guy.”

As soon as Greg stood in front of me, Jack explained why he had to be late.
Greg was looking me over with interest.

“The face is smooth, but the lower part is also big. You’ll get a very good price against horny bitches.”
“I’ll have to check.”

Greg’s hand came down.
When I tried to take off my pants, I struggled again without realizing it.

“You fucking bastard!”
Pak-.

Greg easily blocked my knee and arm.
As if expecting everything, he slowly raised his head.
He looked at me calmly, and that gaze was very fucked up.

“It’s violent. Hehe, are you not afraid and run amok in this situation?”
“Usually, she is calm and passive, but if a man tries to touch her, she will have a seizure.”
“… It must be popular with old perverts who reveal their sodomy.”

Jack bragged about my personality as if he were describing his product.
Behind Greg, the corner of his mouth curled up with a look of great success.

‘Indigo? Indigo, not indigo?’

It’s the worst.
It’s a worse result than the fat aristocratic lady.

My brain throbbed in horror.
My eyesight shook.

“I need to check this bastard’s stuff. Catch.”

Greg didn’t give up.
He pressed me with force.
Jack’s men grabbed my arm.

Gritted it
I clenched my fists and held on, but my cock wouldn’t listen.