I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S RIGHT - open; slave

[EROS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]It was always a battle, something was wrong with him. Though they hadn't noticed but he noticed it everyday. It was like an endless cycle and all he could think of was self preservation. He had make sure that he was okay. No one else mattered, no one but his well being and wasn't using others okay? Before when he was a slave before things had started to change within himself, before he couldn't suppress who he was anymore he understood that this was wrong. Slavery was wrong but he had been bred to obey. To not talk back when he had been taken from his home. Over a year he had been held in captivity and now that he was free he was scared to go back. He wouldn't go back. He would do everything in his power to keep a hold of this freedom that had been given to him. Feelings of anger were lodged in his stomach as he pulled pushed the male forward, attempting to be firm but not really having the heart for it. This was for himself, not for anyone else, but for his own protection. Feeling sick, feeling cruel the justified the means to the end goal and he sighed sharply before shaking his head a little bit.

The fortress was a head and he shoved the slave then, pushing him up and through the entrance as he followed after him. "This is your new home. You are a slave now and you have to work to serve your masters. I don't want you but someone else might." He wouldn't own anyone, that didn't benefit him and he wouldn't harm a slave for no reason. Instead he stepped back from the individual so that they would get used to this new life. A new life that selfishly the Dweller had forced the other into. Always selfish and he swallowed thickly before turning his pink marble gaze away from Sven.

[member=2361]Sven[/member]