I knew I was in for trouble upon seeing the eagerness of the demon boy to train me. I had hoped that nobody would want me because I was not trained. Having been captured by the demon slave hunters two weeks ago, I had violently resisted anything they tried to do to train me, so they eventually gave up and decided to get rid of me as soon as possible, auctioning me off at a lower starting price. My looks must have made up for my lack of training, though, because I got many more bids than I figured and ended up being sold for the starting price of a trained slave to a tall, pale demon with long, black hair. I had tried to escape during the transition time when all the paperwork was being signed, but one of the cage guards caught me and I was immediately bound and secured until the demon was ready to take me home. On the ride in the carriage, where I was informed of my purpose as a gift for the demon's son, I managed to get slapped once because of my insubordinate attitude. This worried me because in the forum they tended to ignore my insubordination, seeing as they would make money off me either way, but now that I had been purchased, I could be seriously injured or even killed, if my owner wished it.
While the demon lord who purchased me spoke to his son for whom I was purchased, I cautiously assessed my new owner. He was shorter than me by a few inches, but I knew that because of his full-demon heritage he could overpower me any day. His pale skin was offset by his blood-red eyes and hair, which was cut short and choppy. Complementing his hair and eyes was a dark red dress shirt, the kind with the baggy sleeves and cuffs, and he had on a pair of black slacks that fit him nicely around the hips and backside. Around his neck was a silver necklace with a black stone pendent on it; a black sapphire. I thought it unwise that a stone of such rarity and value was around the neck of a teenage boy, even a demon lord's son, but then again, it wasn't my place to pass judgment, was it?
Suddenly I found myself being jerked out of my thoughts by my new owner, who was pulling me gleefully up the stairs with that damned leash on that damned collar that only my master could remove. I heard his father warn him about being rough on me, a warning to which he responded to with agreement, but I could tell it went in one ear and out the other. This did not bode well for me. I managed to keep from falling as he dragged me up the stairs, down a long hallway and into one of the several doors that lined it, thrusting me into the room and throwing the black bag onto the bed. While he closed and locked the door, I glanced around the room. It was nice, I guess, with tan walls and a very large window that, aside from it being three feet off the ground, covered the entire far wall. It must be very cheery in here during the day; now, the half moon occasionally showed through the drizzle that pattered against the glass. The furniture was all black and included a tall dresser and a large hanging mirror on the left side of the room, a long bench with red cushions under the window on the far wall, and on the right, a four-post wrought-iron bed, two nightstands on either side of it, and a chest at the foot of the bed. The bed had white sheets, red pillows, and a black comforter, and the floor was dark wood.
As I stood contemplating the room I might be living in for the rest of my master's infatuation with me, I didn't really notice said master looking at me from behind. I quickly found out, however, when a cool hand came to rest on the small of my back, just above the waistband of the sarong I wore. I tensed; the thought of him touching me irked me. But I didn't move, even as it traced up my spine and onto my left shoulder; he then walked around me with his hand on my shoulder to stand in front of me. I stared at him, straight at his eyes, refusing to look down. I wanted him to know that I wasn't afraid of him, and that I wasn't going to succumb to his every whim without a fight like any trained slave would. When his intense eyes actually met mine after what I thought must have been a rather thorough roaming of my body, he stared back at me for a long time. He must have been judging my gaze correctly, because after a few moments he spoke.
"You're not afraid of me, are you?"
I fear I was a bit quick to answer, "No."