The slave boy
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His heart drummed against his chest in the pace of that of a mouse. That was what he felt like too, a tiny scared mouse. Shouldn’t it be time to move on? The gray adult did not seem hostile in any way, just genuinely surprised and perhaps even a bit amused. Lavender eyes danced to the skulled tattoo on the man’s arm and leaped away instantly, afraid that his mind would create even fouler tales judging by the choice of brand. His mind felt very chaotic, and it felt like he was unable to think a single straight thought as long as the floor moved all the time. The question was almost god-sent, because it gave the young Dahlian something to wrap his thoughts around. ”Exploring,” he said tamely, a light blush dabbing his lips.

Perhaps the boy wanted to say more, but he felt his belly twist and move uncomfortably, and he felt an increased production of saliva building up in his mouth. It was important to notice warnings like these. Suddenly the boy exploded into motion, leaving claw marks left by the door and the floor in his hurry out of the little room. There was no way he would be able to stand on two feet on the rocking boat, and he crawled with light’s speed over to the railing of the boat and loudly emptied his belly for everything he had eaten the last few hours.



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