Kas hadn’t come willingly, not in the least. He’d come spitting and fighting. Which, honestly wasn’t much for his small stature and small body. Especially against the strange men who had taken him. But Kas was not known to give up without a fight, no matter how kind he was. His bright, gentle smiles hid his whip smart mind and fiery temper. His temper got him into more trouble than he’d admit and maybe he‘d fucked himself over this time.
He’d mouthed off to a wealthy looking patron at the tavern he served and cleaned for, and somehow he’d ended up being dragged away a few night later. His father had always told him his mouth would get him places, and not the good ones.
He’d barely been able to glimpse the two men who’d grabbed him from the shadows between the small library and shoe shop and yanked him into it. He’d yelped and began kicking, trying to scream, but his mouth had been covered. A voice hissed into his ear, “Shut up or I’ll snap your neck.” Kas had shut up, only because he didn’t want to fucking die.
He’d been dragged behind the small buildings of his village home and then tossed into a cart like a sack of grain. He’d gasped and sat up, only to be shoved back down with rough hands and covered with a thick, heavy blanket. The cart had started to move and Kas had curled up into a small ball, waiting, and fury growing with each passing heartbeat.
Hours had seemed to pass before the cart had jerked to a stop and hands had dragged him, squirming, from it. “Take it to be cleaned and bathed. It smells of alcohol.”
No duh, dipshit, I work in a tavern. The words threatened to hurt from his lips, and then his mind stalled. It? He wasn’t an it! He wasn’t an object! He was a person. Out rage flashed in his gray eyes and he kicks out, his foot connecting with something hard, yet soft. Flesh. A hiss met his ears, “Be still! Unless you want to wind up dead!”
Kas shakes his head slightly as a cloth was tied over his face, covering his eyes. Someone picked him up, a yelp slipping past his lips. He was carried somewhere and then dropped onto a cold stone floor. His hip slammed into the ground and he let out a small cry of pain, his hand moving to his him. “Clean him.” The vice that had stilled him minuets ago ordered.
Hands, multiple sets of them, touched his body, pulling the cloth from his face and trying to pull his clothes from his body. He yelps, he seemed to be doing a lot of that tonight, and his eyes flashed open.
Dim light supplied by the candles in the room, cold dark gray stones. A bathing tub in the center of the room, filled with steaming water. “No. Fuck no. Get away from me!” He squirms, trying to break the grip the few grils had on him.
“I am not letting a bunch of strange woman bathe me!” Their grip was unwavering as his tunic was pulled off. He shivers at the cool air against his skin, “Let go of me!”
Kas didn’t care what the girls thought of him, of his body, but he wouldn’t let them touch him. He calms down slightly when the girl in charge speaks, “Just calm down, please. We’re just doing as told.”
Kas huffs, “Fine, but I’ll wash myself.” He snaps. The girls exchange a look and the main one speaks again.
”You can wash your own parts, but we wash everything else.” Kas looked at their faces for a long moment and decided fighting was futile and let one of them pull his pants off. He walked towards the bath, and dipped his fingers into the water, his lips parting slightly.
Warm, hot water. A luxury for him. He rarely had the time to warm the water up before he bathed at home. He slips into the water and relaxes, the girls surrounding him and each taking a different limb, scrubbing and washing.
After the bath, he’d been pulled out, his hair combed and trimmed ever so slightly. He’d been dressed in a plain white tunic and dark pants, bare foot.
The man who had carried him before looked him over and then motioned for him to follow. Kas sighed, crossing his arms and doing as told, his gray eyes once again blazing with that fury.
Following through the house, mor like mansion, he was lead to a large room, what seemed to be a great hall. In a large chair in the center, there sat a devastatingly handsome man. Kas’s lips part and his anger is forgotten for a moment. “My lord, your gift has arrived! I promise, it is everything I said it would be.” The man smiles at the man, and then motions to Kas.
Kas’s jaw drops and the words finally burst from his mouth, “Gift? It?! I am not a thing to be taken and given! I’m a person!” His temper lashes out, gray eyes sharp.
The first man glares, “Shut it, human.” He hisses.
Kas opens his mouth to retort, a growl in his throat.
