Ciaran's POV:

Master likes when I wake him up with breakfast already made. He is the only one allowed to live permanently in the castle, given that privilege by the king and queen.

This morning, almost seven years to the day after my parents were murdered and I was made a slave, I wake Master up with a plate of food, made just the way he likes it.

He does not like waking up, but understands that he must. I lay his food on the bedside table and touching his shoulder, hesitantly shaking him to rouse him.

Master opens his eyes and looks over at me. "What is the hour?" he asks me, sitting up.

"It is late morning, Master. Half past nine," I tell him, before lifting the tray. "I prepared you breakfast."

He raises an eyebrow, taking the tray. "Lovely," he says, beginning to shovel food into his mouth.

I'm so hungry. I eat a little bit every day when Master feeds me, but I'm still so hungry and I want food.

He must see how hungry I am, because he gives me a slice of apple. "You made me good breakfast, so here is a reward. I may let you eat more later."

"Thank you Master," I say, shoving the apple slice into my mouth and chewing it up before he can try to take it back.

Master gets up, completely nude, and I feel my stomach twist when I see his erect cock. He loves to make me suck it in the morning so I kneel down, knowing what will come next.

However, before he can push it down my throat, the door to the room opens.

"Sir?" a guard asks, making Master huff.

"I'm busy."

The guard seems annoyed and impatient. "The king and queen need to speak with you. There is a mysterious man in the village that is making the other guards uncomfortable, so they want you to keep an eye on him."

Master groans, going to the closet and getting on his clothes and putting his sword in his belt. "Fine. Slave, you may wander the castle today, but you know you are not allowed to speak."

"Yes, Master," I say, still kneeling. "What time shall I be back here by?"

He purses his lips. "Eight, at the latest. I should be done with this mystery man running around the village by then," he says, looking me up and down. "Be warned, I am very sexually deprived, so you must be prepared to not walk for a few days."

A bad shiver runs up my spine.

I hate when he gets frustrated during the day, because when he does he gets very forceful and it puts me in immense pain. Hopefully this mystery man does not frustrate him too much so I can walk tomorrow.

He leaves me alone and I leave the room almost immediately after. There weren't any scraps left on his plate unfortunately, so I bring the empty plate to the empty kitchen where my crew of servants used to work.

Now, there is only a small group of chefs who only come in during meal times and they only feed the king and queen.

I am responsible for feeding Master.

Rinsing the dishes, I lay them on a drying rack and walk toward the courtyard so I can relax and clear my head. It is a very beautiful day, and I accidentally fall asleep, waking up when it is dark above me.

Oh no.

I get up and rush back toward Master's room, worried I slept past when he wanted me to return. As I turn a corner down a hallway, I run into a man adorned in black clothing and fall to the ground.

He is very handsome, and he has a rugged, dark aura around him, but it is one that makes me feel almost safe, which is a feeling I haven't experienced in over seven years.

I open my mouth to speak, but decide better of it, which is a good thing because he glares at me and orders me to be quiet.

"Who are you?" he asks, taking in my clothing and appearance.

I look down at myself nervously, because I know I look disgusting.

Master makes me wear lacy lingerie at all times, the only thing fully covered being my cock, but my bellybutton is always on display for the world to see so anyone can see that I've been claimed as a sex slave.

Embarrassed, I shake my head and act like I don't speak the same language as him, though it is my native language that he is using. "N-No understand," I say, but my accent is perfect and matches him because I'm fluent.

"What is your name?"

Oh gods, he knows I am lying.

I shake my head again, deciding I should just stay silent.

"Are you going to tell anyone I am here?" he asks me, and I can tell he's nervous, so I decide to stop playing dumb.

I shake my head, looking around. "Why are you here?" I ask in a hushed voice, nervous that he is going to harm me, but he just seems annoyed and wants to get past me.

"None of your business. Go away," he tells me, shoving past me before turning around and glaring at me once again. "Tell anyone that I am here and you will die."

That's enough to convince me to run, so I do, sprinting down the hall and getting back to Master's bedroom.

He must be the mysterious man that Master is after, and I can only hope he does not get caught. The man was very handsome and seemed to have business here, so I hope he finishes it and then he will leave and be safe.

Maybe he will kill the king and queen, and also Master?

I hope he does, because then I will be free. All I've ever wanted is my freedom from Master.

I tried to escape once, five years ago, and a group of guards was sent after me. I couldn't walk for days afterward and I still have scars on my back from the whipping I received.

Maybe this mystery man could save me.

I wait in Master's room, and he comes into the room not too much later after I arrive. I'm very grateful to whatever in my body told me to wake up so I was not late, or I would have been severely punished.

Master seems very happy when he walks in. "I am not frustrated," he says, pushing me onto my back. "So you do not have to worry about too much pain."

That's nice to hear, but I want to know why he is so happy.

"Why are you so happy, Master?" I ask him, and he just chuckles.

"That mystery man has been caught and brought to the dungeon. He wanted to kill the king and queen, but he didn't think we knew he was here."

I am annoyed he got caught, and I'm worried he will be burned at the stake or be executed. I want the mystery man to be saved because I want him to protect me.

I'll have to save him myself, and maybe in return he will take me away from here?

"That is good to hear, Master," I lie through my teeth, gasping when he shoves me on my stomach.

"Yes, it is," Master says, pulling the black undergarments off of me and poking my hole. "Ah, nice and tight."

I feel my heart throb because I'm so scared, but I don't react. Through the years, I've learned to push the fear away and just take it, but I'm still afraid. Even if he says it will not hurt, he is lying and I will be in a lot of pain for the next couple of days.

He pushes the tip of his cock to my hole and shoves himself all the way in, just like he did when he took my innocence away so many years before.

"Good slave," he groans, thrusting in and out of me and making me only let out whimpers of pain that I try to keep quiet so he doesn't get even more excited.

Master loves when I'm in pain, and if he knows I am, he tries to intensify it. It hurts so bad, and all I can do is lower my head and peer between my legs at my limp, sad cock.

Over seven years, I have never been able to derive pleasure from any sexual experience with Master. It is only pain and makes me hate myself for not having fought back.

Why didn't I just run away when I heard my mother scream years before? I may have been alone in the woods, but at least I'd be away from Master.

He continues to thrust until he finally reaches his peak and finishes inside of me. Once he has milked himself dry, he pulls out of me and pushes me to the floor, where I sleep like a dog.

It is getting darker out, since it is winter season, so he is already ready to sleep.

As soon as he is asleep, I sneak out of the room and head toward the dungeon. I'm good at being silent and sneaking around; when Master doesn't feed me I often sneak to the kitchen to get a snack and I've only been caught twice.

They were tough lessons, but I learned.

And not what they wanted me to learn; I learned how to sneak around and get away with it.

The guards who guard the dungeon are the laziest guards, because the prisoners cannot easily escape once they're inside the dungeon, because they are usually cuffed to the walls. However, as someone walking in from the outside, it isn't hard for me to grab the keys from the sleeping guards and get inside the cell.

No one is in the dungeon except the handsome man.

I put my finger to my lips once I find him, and I used the key to get him out.

He shoves me against the wall, shoving his arm against my throat, knocking the wind out of me. Well, that's not how I would treat my savior!

"Did you tell them I was here?!" he hisses and I shake my head with my eyes wide. "Why are you here?!"

"Shhh, don't wake the guards!" I whisper, my eyes brimming with tears because of the pressure he's putting on my throat and how much he is scaring me. "Please, get out of here and take me with you!"

He seems surprised. "You want to leave?"

I nod. "I am always in pain and hurt here, Sir. Please, help me."

"I need my weapons." He sighs. "You can come with me if you help me get out of here."

"Yes, Sir," I say, knowing that him taking me is essentially making me his slave instead of Master's, but he's prettier and I don't think he will harm me as much.

The man sighs. "Let's go," he says, grabbing my bicep and dragging me behind him.