xavier.

20 years old | human | unclaimed slave

[slavexavier-blog]

masternazar: 

“Don’t be. I’m here now.” He shrugged it off, as they were walking along the yards of the area. He scoffed “I also was surprised when I heard of them and their abilities, before I was turned… and how many different species exist. And keep in mind, in the old days, it wasn’t rare to believe in such creatures, yet there were many species the folklores in my time and hometown never even mentioned, like demons and vampires.”

xavier nodded a little, crossing his arms across his chest once more and continued to walk through the yards with the man, eyes scanning their surroundings slowly as nazar spoke. “the only time i thought of things like this were when watching movies and stuff like that.” he says, though he assumed that was a popular thing to say among humans who weren’t firm believers in the supernatural. xavier was now for sure. “demons and vampires are the more popular ones in america, there’s whole tv shows about them. the vampire diaries, supernatural.” he licks his lips. 

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xdornan:

“i’ll get you out –for a price.” luke breathed.

“...okay. okay, what? anything, i just want out of here.”

[slavexavier-blog]

dxmonaimara:

“it’s only depressing if you’re shitty company,” aimara replied, the edges of her lips twitching. “i’ve already got a cake on the way from a professional, but i feel like he’s going to jump out of the middle and spoil it, so i might take you up on that offer. i may even throw in a cooking lesson with it. gotta train you up for the masters.”

“i guess that’s true.” he chuckled a little, arching a brow. “well, that’s good - honestly who even does that, ruin a cake? tasteless.” surprises like that should’ve been crimes. a smile pulled at the corners of his lips. “okay, you seem like you’d be nice enough company. not like some of the others.”

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masternazar:

“Outside it is, then.” Nazar smiled: “Many supernaturals are hundreds, and thousands of years old, living through dozens of eras in their lifetime. One can get pretty lonely living so long if they live among other humans, who don’t share the same lifespan. In addition, I never settled in one place for long, because of the hunters.” The master wasn’t even lying. He did live a very isolated life, but he got used to it a long time ago. But the sympathy he could gain from the slave is worth telling him those stories. They just arrived at the gate to the outside area and the guards let them pass. “Even though most I met were no more than 1000,it is said there is a demon in this resort, who’s over 20′000 years old.”

when the man smiled xavier smiled a bit himself, though that smile seemed to fall the more the man said about his situation - being so old, and immortal would of course leave people feeling lonely. he still didn’t understand how this was all possible. “i’m sorry.” he offered, even if it wasn’t much and it wouldn’t fix anything. “that does sound like it’d be terribly lonely.” his couple of years of loneliness was nothing compared to decades, even centuries. “that’s - crazy, it’s all very surreal to think about.” he inhaled the fresh air deeply, glad to be out of that dungeon. 

[dxmonaimara-blog]

“SO…it’s my birthday next week. I’m thinking of throwing a party…where I’m the only guest.”

[slavexavier-blog]

“celebrating your birthday alone is depressing. i’d know.” xavier turned his gaze over to the woman. “i mean - if you decide you want some company i’d love some time out of here. i can even bake something, i’m not a terrible cook. it’s a crime not to have sweets on your birthday.”

[anastasiaxtravers]

Hearing the footsteps in the hall pausing near her cell door, Ana picked her head up off her pillow and fluffed her hair. “Please tell me you’re here to save me from this boredom. Anything would be more fun than the monotony of today,” she pouted. 

[slavexavier-blog]

“they’re just window shoppin’.” he calls out to the woman, teeth sinking down into the fat of his lower lip. “why would you wanna go out with them anyways? have you been here...awhile?” he found himself asking.

[spoiled-sluts-deactivated201709]

“When I got here, they took my necklace.” Alice’s dainty fingers traced absentmindedly over her now bare collarbone. “It had a cross, and it- …it was a gift from my dad. What do I need to do to get it back?”

[slavexavier-blog]

“they took my wallet and clothes - i’ve been here over a week now. i don’t think we’re um...i don’t think we’re going to get our belongings back.” he paused. “i wonder what they do with our stuff.” he said quietly. 

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masternazar:

“Supernaturals have been hunted for years now. Some with good reason, some with less. - that’s not the only reason… company is another one. From all the travelling and occasional hiding, there are only few chances for some to settle down for a bit.” With a gesture Nazar odered the guard to open the cell door. “Come; I’ll take you to a bar… or the outside area, whichever you prefer.”

“company?” he echoed - xavier arched a brow at the man. “are you lonely?” he asked before he could fully process the question. loneliness was a funny thing - never once did the human think he’d be lonely, but after losing both of his parents so quickly, and having to change his lifestyle - he became closed off, and learned who his real friends were. not many, they’d rather him sell his body than let him crash at their house and help him out. xavier’s heartbeat grew quicker as the cell door was opened, excited to be getting out, but nervous at the same time. “outside would be nice - fresh air, the openness. after being so cramped up for so long, you know?” he asked as he stepped out of the cell.

[slavexavier-blog]

“hunters? is that why you are here then? to hide from hunters?” xavier was still making sense of it all - learning of the supernatural was taking some time to wrap his head around, it was still all very odd to him. “yeah exactly.” he huffed out after a bit of silence, it was easier for him to say. he wasn’t trapped like an animal like he was. “yes.” xavier eventually answered; rather than saying no like he was thinking of doing - he’s been in this cell for days now, hiding. he needed out. and nazar seemed sincere enough - he had no reason to fear him yet.

[slavexavier-blog]

"no, not much. other than to the uh...the showers and outside for - free time i guess." xavier wasn't sure what to expect with these people, he'd been told about people hurting other slaves, of course using them for sex. but they were all different. weren't they? "are you one of the bad ones?" he asks eventually, tightening his arms around himself.

[badgroveboy-deactivated20170211]

[mentorspankerdad-deactivated201]

Often it’s good to just hold your boy very very tight after the spanking.

[slavexavier-blog]

masternazar:

Nazar pulled back his hand. It was a try. “I prefer “sir”. If you want to call me by name, call me Nazar. I’m not very keen on being called by my last name.” The master observed the boy closely, studying him. “How long have you been here?” 

“okay.” he nodded a bit - sir, or nazar. he didn’t even bother asking the man for his last name, because to be honest…he didn’t really care to know. “i don’t know…three days, maybe four. it’s uh…a lot longer than i would’ve liked to be here that’s for sure.”

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xdornan:

luke smirked. maybe he had teased the boy enough.  “this place is made for the rich; and you are merely the constellation prize.” he breathed.

“excuse me?” the boy squeaked out - was this asshole toying with him? “it’s not okay to fuck around with people! i - this isn’t...this isn’t right. don’t stand there looking like this is okay! i’m in a cell. this is inhumane - i want out.”

[slavexavier-blog]

masternazar:

“Oh, I’ll use it, don’t worry.” Nazar stood in front of the boy’s cell and slid his hand through the bars to initiate a handshake. “I’m Nazar.” The master wanted to test the degree of the slave’s mistrust and obedience.

“really?” he asked - lips parting. that was easier than he thought. the other masters had been so quick to dismiss his name, making him feel like a toy - perhaps, like he wasn’t himself. xavier crossed his arms, hugging himself when he saw the offered hand. “and that’s what you want me to call you? no title?” xavier asked - nazar. an odd name.

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crosbyfayne:

it was a good thing crosby was nonchalant. he’d always kept himself collected and only very rarely did he display his temper. anger wasn’t something he really even associated with, as a whole. he was devoid of it—or rather, devoid of most emotion. a sigh parted his lips, hand briefly running over his face. “c’mon, man,” although, he knew that xavier really had all the reason in the world to act as he currently was. what bothered him was that he definitely wasn’t like them—it was an insult, if anything. for him to be like them, he’d need to treat the slaves like garbage—using and abusing them, and neither of those things were ideal to him. not once had he laid a hand upon any of them. “it’s my job. i’m sent out to find suitable—people,” although he was aware that in saying this, he’d only make the slave’s supposed hatred for him stronger—they were honest words. crosby wasn’t lying; not this time around. “i totally get it if you think that makes me sick. i mean, it kind of does, but—it’s my fucking job,” his arms crossed over his chest. “i’m not gonna try and get you to trust me; we all know that type of shit doesn’t work. do whatever you want, man. just—i want you to know that i’m not like them. sure, i’m the reason you’re here, and i guess that makes me a piece of shit, okay—whatever, but, you’re essentially calling me a rapist. i’m literally just living here, man—there’s the possibility of me being fucking demoted to a slave, too. i do what i’m told—which is find a few new faces to bring back, and that’s that.”

“your...job?” as if that made it any better. it was a job to go out and find people and bring them to this place. “it does.” he said strongly. “it makes you sick. and you’re not making this any easier on yourself. it’s your fucking job - who the fuck does that? i mean...you’re just deciding for these people - me - that their life as they knew it is over. you’re--you’re bringing them here to suffer. and directly you’re not fucking trying to hurt them, you’re not hurting them - but indirectly you are.” xavier found it easy to lash out at crosby, he wasn’t as intimidating as some of the others he’s come into contact with. a scoff passed the brunette’s lips. crosby wanted him to know he wasn’t like them - and while that may have been true, what he was doing wasn’t any better. right? xavier wasn’t in the wrong for thinking that. his lips parted when he flat out said he was the reason that he ended up here - he’d thought about that, but he wanted to think it was someone else who brought him, “why me?” he frowned, disregarding everything else said for the moment. “why’d it have to be me?”

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masternazar:

“No problem.” He smiled at the slave. “Don’t turn away from me now. You already caught my interest with those glancing eyes. What’s your name, slave?”

xavier wasn’t in much of a smiling mood - and something about the others made him feel uneasy, along with being called slave. “xavier - but why bother asking if you won’t use it?” he asked boldly.

[masternazar-deactivated20171203]

“My dear, don’t you know it’s bad manners to stare at others?”

[slavexavier-blog]

“th-that’s...my bad i guess. sorry.” xavier muttered, turning his gaze from the man. he’d been down in the cells for a long time, he was just curious was all.