They say love is for everyone, that no matter how you are or who you are, love comes to us all. 

But-
Just maybe- 
Maybe it's not true.

I hope I'm wrong. I really do. 

But I'm a slave


Love is dangerous, the most deadly weapon ever known to man. It has turned great kingdoms to dust, brought down great kings, heroes, great men, to their knees. But it's so beautiful, how can something so beautiful be so dangerous?



If you could make me fall in love with you, then I'll be a fool in love. But would you love me back, would you value me?



I'm just a slave.

The Slave

I had promised to never say that I love you and mean it. 


I think I'm in love with the idea of being in love with you. 


Maybe this could for for a couple of days. 


The sounds of people conversing with the sound of spoons, forks and table knives partaking in carnal activities with the plaits could be heard by the boy that stood in front of the dining room door. 


Behind those closed doors was the sound of a happy family, having breakfast together and conversing. A happy family that didn't have a walking disappointment as one of their own. The boy took a deep breath before he opened the dining room door and walked in. 


Chapter 32