Dante/Magno
Who is this woman?
I’ve never seen her before.
Slaves rarely look up, mainly because that’s rule number one, no matter how new or old you are in this business. I never had to deal with someone so insubordinate, most of the time they are terrified and prefer not to take any unnecessary risks.
“Eyes down, pet,” I command her using my most aggressive tone. The hostility in my voice usually scares them. I hate doing that to them, after all, we are all the same. A lesser version of the human we once were, waiting in the same monochrome room, without free will, but with a single purpose.
To serve our Masters.
The woman still hasn’t complied with my order yet, and to make matters worse, she has me in her sights. Her behavior is somewhat strange, now that I think about it, this slave is notoriously prettier than the rest. Her features say that she comes from a rich family and her body exhibits a very good physical condition.
I wonder if she’s somewhat like me. A chosen one.
That's what my master calls me, ‘The chosen one’, ‘The only one’, he always says that finding me was a gift from God. Sometimes I believe him and feel loved, other times I hate him so much I want to kill him. Especially when he is with Amira, and does what he does to her, God, the anger I feel in said occasions is so uncontrollable that my body starts to shake. I don't want to get angry, no, I can’t get angry, but my blood boils inside of me every time it happens.
Only I know how perverse my master really is, I’m the only one who can replace her when he is in a dark mood.
I’m trying to shut down my mind, those kinds of thoughts always unsettle me. Sometimes I get lost inside my head, trying to find a solution for this, but I always come empty-handed. It's frustrating not being able to do anything without making things worse for her.
Every time it happens, it makes me want to gut him open and rip his head off his body.
The darkness in me scares me sometimes.
Stop it. I have a job to do.
They had been commanded to look after them, I’m some sort of slave-sitter, I have been for two years now.
Razzag once told me, "Magno, this is a great responsibility, you must take care of this merchandise while the owners are busy."
‘Busy’ that’s a lousy way of saying, ‘buying people’, exactly like the ones sitting in front of me.
Some masters choose to display their slaves’ bruises as trophies, others like to ridicule them. Whatever turns them on, they do. An example of the latter is that poor man bare chested and with a rabbit pompom up his ass, or that girl, named Mizuky, fulfilling her master’s fantasies. Her master is a real piece of work. Every time Master Razzag has his ‘friends-Friday-night’ parties, Mizuky is forced to perform, and she is repeatedly raped. I will never forget her screams.
This new slave is still looking at me and just snickered, I need to get my act together, immediately.
I walk towards her, and I surround her with my darkness.
You don't want to know the real Magno, little girl.
“What’s so funny, pet?” I demand an answer, but she doesn't respond, meaning she knows the rules. Which makes her disobedience even more peculiar. “You have permission to answer me.”
Her big blue eyes cast a hesitant look over me. They are beautiful but making me uncomfortable.
Why?
“Answer me, pet! Are we going to have a problem?”
“No, sir.” Finally, she answers in a very sweet voice.
Why would she risk herself like that? Why would she wake up my darkness?
“Then stop what you are doing, unless you want me to report this act of disobedience to your master. Is that clear?”
Her expression changed as soon as I finished my sentence. Not to fear or shame, but to something no slave ever has,hope.
“Dante?” I barely hear her say.
