The dark-haired boy moved slowly down the dimly lit corridor, crystal blue orbs cast downward - never once looking up to see where he was being led. He was naked, save for the chains that bound him, and the thin leather collar that was fastened tightly around his graceful neck - he paid it not mind however, and even in the cold, metallic walkway, the temperature did not seem to effect him. His breath was visible as he walked, a fine white mist, hovering in front of his face before dissappearing into the atmosphere.

When, finally, his captors ceaseed their movement, the boy looked up - crystalline optics full of confusion, for they had been walking for what seemed like days, with no rest and little food.

His audaciousness earned him a sharp slap across his pale face, causing raven loks to fall and obscure both, his finely moulded features, and his vision, and then, without a single hint of retaliation, his gentle orbs were cast downward once more - and he was left to his thoughts, for the moment at least.

Not a word had been spoken to him since he had changed ownership, and had been purchased by these cruel men - torn away from the side of his beloved dam, so as another could take his place - and forced into training.

He had known it was coming, of course, his striking looks, and his rare eye color making it almost certain, that he would be purchased for the pleasure of others, and it was a fate that he was resigned to. But a gentle hand, he mused, would have been nice - a trainer who would be gentle, and teach him with kindness, rather than with fists and belt.

He had not complained however, and the beatings were becoming less frequent as he improved. He supposed it was an effective way to train a slave.

His thoughts were interrupted as rough hands grasped his hips, the men, naked now, demanding pleasure from him. A hardness pressed insistantly at his lower back, and he closed his eyes, submitting entirely to the troop of men, letting them do as they wished with him - his own body giving way, exhausted already from the long hike and the absence of any real nourishment for many days - as unconsciousness crept up, he let the darkness claim him, a sigh of relief floating from his silken lips - at least he would not be expected to enjoy this, if he was not awake.