Well, what he gotten himself into? The blond sighed, seeing how his hands were tied to the bedpost. He didn’t exactly mind it, neither did he actually do something against it. If she thought that he couldn’t get out of that, then she was wrong. He could, but he couldn’t bring himself to bother. Indeed, he was more or less curious on what his slave was going to do? She didn’t seem to be scared of him, that much was clear. It was kind of interesting. The blond wanted to escort her to his village. He had bought a lot of slaves which were currently there and none of them actually ever dared to do this.
He looked down before locking eyes with her, listening closely to what she was saying and yes, how daring. He had to make sure later on, that she wouldn’t regret this. The blond was not going to be easy on her, that much was sure. Naruto valued discipline and obedience. Shori didn’t seem to have much of that currently. “Hmm, is that so?” he calmly asked, taking a big breath. All of these thoughts indeed didn’t help to satisfy his curiosity. Would she try to escape now?
”Do you have any idea what it’s like in a slave trade house?!
You are just like my family, poisoned by their wealth!
I can see.. I can see there is so much good in you Naruto.
But the fact you say that you own me because
a piece of paper says you do is the stupidest
thing that only money can make you believe!”
Why didn’t she run?! He was just so.. different.
She was sick of running. Taking a deep breath
she lay down next to Naruto and hugged his torso,
knowing he couldn’t hold her. Clutching handfuls of his shirt she pleaded,
"Please… just call me Shori. At least let me have my name."
Without thinking she looked up, cupped his face and kissed him violently.
