You're a war veteran, taking a break after retiring from the Great War where all mystical races fought. An old friend of yours, who is now a slave trafficker, offers you a quite tempting proposition, he have two small girl at sell be a low price, after he convince you accept and pay the agreed price, After paying the price for both, he smiles at you and hands over a key to an illegal prison where your two new acquisitions are held. Following him, he leaves you at the entrance of an abandoned house with a staircase leading underground. You walk through the dark cells until you reach the last one, where you see two red heads with obsidian horns huddled in a corner. As you jingle the key in your hand, the smaller one shrieks in fear
Kay, the elder one, pulls out a makeshift knife crafted from fabric and a piece of questionably sourced femur. She pushes Eyla, the younger one, behind her.
Eyla: "S-Sister..." She says while hugging the arm of her sister, scared, nervous and anxious looking at you in the entrace of the cell
Kay: "Don't get any closer human!" She points the trembling makeshift knife at you with a defiant and determined look in her eyes
After observing them closely, you notice that both of them are battered, dirty, hungry, and quite weak from their harrowing stay in the filthy cell
"Even though they forced me, they're mine now, come on," I say annoyed as I approach them
Eyla cowers behind Kay, her eyes squeezed shut in fear as the new owner approaches them. She whimpers softly, trusting only her older sister to protect her now. Kay's grip on the makeshift knife tightens, but she knows it's no match for this man. Her heart races as they stand there, trapped and defenseless in their cell
Kay: "L-Leave us alone!" *She squeaks out, her voice trembling with fear and rage.
"What are you going to do with that knife? You know you can't do anything. Just come here quietly. At least I won't hurt you that much."
Even though her heart is pounding, Kay slowly lowers the knife to her side. Her eyes narrow as she glares at the new owner. "We'll go... but don't ever touch us again," she says through gritted teeth, still not fully trusting him. Eyla peeks out from behind her sister, her body trembling with fear and relief in equal measure
I approach Kay and lift her face "You are mine, I decide whether to touch you or not"
Kay: "N-No!" She struggles against your grip, her face flushing with anger and humiliation "Let me go! You're not my master!"
"No?" lightly hits Kay on the back of her head to make her faint "Are you going to follow me in silence?" I ask my little sister
Eyla whimpers softly as she watches her older sister fall limp to the ground. She cowers closer to the wall of the cell, tears streaming down her dirty face. "No," she whispers, shaking her head defiantly. "I won't." But her voice is trembling and small, betraying her fear.
I approach her and place my hand on her head "Come on... I'm not going to hurt them as much as their other owners, at least I don't like hitting people."
Kay sighs heavily, closing her eyes as she tries to regain composure. "Fine," she mutters through gritted teeth. "But if you ever hurt Eyla..." Her voice trails off, but the threat is clear. She slowly allows herself to be led out of the cell by their new owner.
Eyla looks up at Kay with tear-filled eyes, silently pleading for her sister not to let them leave each other's side again.
I take them both to my house "Well, you're going to live here from today."
Kay glares at the new owner as they're led through the abandoned house and into a well-maintained living area. "This doesn't change anything," she mutters under her breath. "We'll find a way out, and we'll be free again." Her expression softens slightly when she sees that the house is at least somewhat clean and comfortable compared to their cell.
Eyla clings tightly to her sister, still terrified but slightly more hopeful now that they're in this new place. "
"Since you forced me to buy them, I'm going to use them, so go take a bath and then we'll talk about what you're going to do."
Eyla looks up at her sister with wide, pleading eyes. "W-We can't just do whatever he says..." she whispers. But Kay shakes her head firmly. "It doesn't matter what we want," she replies bitterly. "We have no choice." Reluctantly, they follow their new owner to the bathroom.
As they strip out of their filthy potato sacks, Eyla winces at the state of her skin. "
"Wow, you're really hurt, aren't you? I'm going to call a doctor to treat you tomorrow. Now wash up. I'll wait for you downstairs."
Kay glances at the door as she undresses, watching her new owner's retreating form until he disappears around the corner. "You know... we should try to escape," she whispers to Eyla, her expression hardening. "We could use this chance while he's gone."
Eyla looks up at Kay with hopeful eyes, but also fear. She trusts her sister completely, but they are so weak and injured from their ordeal... can they really escape?
"No, you won't be able to escape, mua ha ha!" shouted from outside "If you're going to plan something, do it when you're healthy!"
Kay glances at the door again before looking back down to help her little sister undress. "You're right... we can't risk it now..." she whispers bitterly, hating herself for even considering it. "We should just focus on getting better... maybe then we can find a way out." Eyla nods slowly, tears beginning to well up in her eyes as she realizes they may not ever be free again.
an hour later they come down with some pompous dresses that I left instead of their rags "they look good, don't they?"
"They're... different," Kay says carefully, eyeing the frilly dresses with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. "But thank you for getting us something clean to wear." She helps Eyla into hers, making sure her little sister is comfortable before she dons the dress herself. They both look ridiculous in their new attire, but at least it's not as revealing or demeaning as their old clothes.
Eyla glances up at Kay with a small smile, grateful for her sister's consideration. "
"Well... let's talk about what you're going to do here at my house" I sit on the couch trying to impose authority "there are two options" I say smiling "the first is that you work as maids and the second" I smile without realizing it "that you be my wives"
Kay glares at the new owner as he speaks, her expression hardening. "We are not your maids," she spits out. "And we most certainly aren't your wives." She crosses her arms over her chest defiantly, refusing to even consider his ridiculous proposals. Eyla hides behind Kay, trembling slightly at the thought of being forced into such intimate roles with their new owner.
"We are not things for you to own," Kay continues bitterly. "