Role

Chapter 2

I do not remember my parents. My first memories were of
silken markets and hungry eyes. It was difficult, but
there were some who did not exploit me. There were some
who would not prey on my weakness. I did what I could.

I remember the first time I was sold. I was six, and had
recently grown taller than a large gnome. Larger than
the one who bought me. A pity he was eaten by a demon.
He was not one of the bad ones.

I remember the first time I was raped. I was twelve.
The Master had a taste for young boys. It was difficult
but such was life. I would not let it kill me. Pleasing
that one was easy, I went to his room and let him paw
at me until he had his fill. It would only take a few
moments before he'd climax and cast me aside. It was
fourth time it happened I noticed his boning knife on
the table next to the bed.