Note: (6/8) of the mass release. Sorry for the lateness. My internet has been crappy for a few days. 

March 25, 1096 

49 stayed quiet through Prince Cyn and Ghost's conversation. He stared at the assassin for a while, glaring at Ghost before glancing away. Even if 49 could only see his eyes, he could tell that Ghost seemed stuck in his thoughts. 

As he went back to eating, 49 decided to ignore them completely. He blocked out Prince Cyn's "plans" too while making himself seem small in the room. 

Once Prince Cyn said the assassin was dismissed, 49 came back to focus. Prince Cyn climbed back on the bed, moving closer to 49. But 49 quickly grabbed the butter knife, pointing it towards Prince Cyn's throat, who didn't flinch at all. 

"The knife isn't sharp enough." Prince Cyn commented. 

"I can make it sharp." 49 replied, wincing from how his voice sounded. After Prince Cyn choked him, his voice became raspier than before. 

"You should use the cream for the bruises, as I said." Prince Cyn continued like there was no weapon near his neck. He even leaned closer, adding pressure. The butter knife wouldn't break the skin unless 49 used strength to shove it in. 

Clicking his tongue, 49 put the knife back on the tray. "I don't need it. It is not my first time." People have beaten and choked him before; it is nothing new. At least they did not lie about not wanting to hurt him. Everybody took their problems out on slaves, thinking nothing about them. 

Forget about being human—people did not see that in slaves. Even prostitutes were treated better than them. 

49 saw a hand coming closer, causing him to grab a fork this time, "You touch me, you will end up with holes in your hand." 

Prince Cyn smiled, causing 49's eye to twitch. Even if this place is better than the Colosseum, he would rather go back there. At least, he knew what to expect from Master Wind. Prince Cyn was too unhinged. 

But then again, if Prince Cyn never bought him, he knew Master Wind would have tied him down and had different alphas taking turns with him. One man having him over many? Yeah, he would take this deal instead. 

Prince Cyn took his hand away, but he stayed near. Every threat 49 said had gone over his head as Prince Cyn did not care for them. "You can threaten me as many times as you want; it won't faze me. But if you don't want your life slipping away, I advise you not to say "you are disgusting" to my face." 

49 hummed, dropping the fork down as he pushed the empty tray away from him. He could feel his body starting to heat up again. He gritted his teeth, ignoring how his body felt. 

Leaning back, he rested his back on the soft pillow. Prince Cyn smirked as he could smell the omega's scent getting stronger, "Ready for more?" 

"You can stay away from me." 49 decided that it was better to get off the bed. He could make his way to the bathroom and lock himself inside. But before he could execute his plan, Prince Cyn suddenly appeared by his neck, inhaling his scent. 

"I have been around many omegas, and none could ever smell like you. What makes you so unique?" Prince Cyn took another sniff. 

49 growled as he pushed Prince Cyn down. He climbed on top of him, using his weight to hold him down as he grabbed both his wrist. He held Prince Cyn's wrists above his head in a tight grip. 

His face was barely an inch from Prince Cyn's. "Don't smell nor touch me." 49 reminded. 

"You know, you should be happy you have me. Because any other person would have cut that tongue from your mouth long ago and beat you until you could barely move." Prince Cyn commented, his eyes moving towards 49's lips, taking in the scar there. "I treat you right because no one could understand the gift you are." 

49 knew that Prince Cyn was not wrong. He could never act this way with anyone. His aggression and will would never leave him, but many have beaten and abused him plenty of times, reminding him where he stood. But, simultaneously, 49 did not care. He may have lost his dream long ago, but he would never lose his fire. 

"No one treats a slave right. I had seen it many times before and even lived it. You have already gone back on your word; what makes you different from anyone else?" 49 held back from coughing. He has been talking way more than before; his throat is starting to itch. 

Prince Cyn softly smiled; his crazed look was still present in his eyes, "You will see soon." 

49 took in Prince Cyn's face, marking everything, trying to find flaws. But, it seemed that most of Prince Cyn's faults lay with his personality. Feeling something hard under him, 49 could not stop the way his behind rubbed against it. He almost chipped his tooth with how he gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to move anymore. 

"Will you allow me to take care of you?" Prince Cyn asked as his eyes fell to 49's nipples that stood erect. His eyes glistened with heat as he licked his lips. 

49 leaned closer towards Prince Cyn's ear as whispered with a sneer, "Only I can truly take care of myself. No one else." Then, he let Prince Cyn go, moving off him as he made his way to the bathroom. He walked in, closing the door as he slid to the ground, instantly touching himself. 

I only need myself, 49 thought to himself. 

March 27, 1096 

49's heat started to die down as he hadn't left Prince Cyn's room once. A maid would come in, leaving food for him and Prince Cyn, who barely ate with his family. 

And when Prince Cyn would leave the room, 49 would be alone with his thoughts. He had nothing to do except lie on a soft bed and eat food. It was better than constantly fighting, sleeping on a makeshift bed, and eating stale food. But, he felt too complacent. 

His fingers itched for something to do. The most he has done with his hands is threaten Prince Cyn with any makeshift weapon or utensil. The alpha would only smile with each attempt, enjoying them. He even waited for 49 to show a new way to threaten him. 

49 wondered if anyone ever gave Prince Cyn’s head a check. But from what he has seen with the maids and heard beyond the doors, people believed Prince Cyn was gullible and ditsy. 

Everyone is far from the truth. 

Prince Cyn is a vicious psychopath. 

Sighing, 49 touched the cotton fabric on his skin that still felt weird. Yesterday, Prince Cyn gave him clothes and a collar. A collar is something 49 knew all too well, so he had no problems putting one on. But, the clothes were a different story. 

It has been a long time since he had worn clothes rather than a cloth that only covered his member. When he had battles, he had something more than a cloth on. But even then, it still wasn't clothes. 

Now, he barely had any skin on display except for his feet that had nothing on them. Prince Cyn did not say anything about getting him shoes, and 49 did not care enough to ask. 

Prince Cyn walked into the room, causing 49 to stop touching his clothes. "Tomorrow, you are coming with me to Espal." 

49 already knew he was. What is the point of buying a slave if you are not going to take them everywhere you go? They are meant to follow their masters and do anything their masters tell them. Although, 49 is far from following orders. 

"You will play as my guard, 49." Prince Cyn mentioned. 

"I see. If you get me killed by making a slave play a guard, I will drag you with me." 49 commented; his voice sounded better than before, returning to normal. 

He knew Prince Cyn would do anything to anger his family and play it off like he didn't know. 49 is unwilling to die for someone who added him into their childish game. 

Prince Cyn hummed, unfazed like usual, "I know." 

As long as the prince knew what 49 would do, then he would let himself play docile for a second.