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Jace Knight isn't your average 15 year old. In fact, he's far from your average teenager. His village was attacked by soldiers who killed his parents and all of the people over age 30. All of the others were taken prisoners, then sold later on as slaves to wealthier families in Europe. Jace was sold off to a rich business man named "X" who owned mines and oil drills in America and parts of Asia and Africa. (So rich!) "X" started out being mean and cold hearted, beating up Jace whenever he didn't do something right. He even resorts to "other" methods that leave Jace scarred mentally and physically. What kind of life is Jace going to live now?

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Jace was very frightened. Who wouldn't be when you had a person like Master Kuroshi as your master? He would play with your mind if you didn't do what he said, and he was very much very scary to be around. Jace felt like one wrong move would equal having his brain explode from all of the mind games!

He timidly walked around the hallway, a tray of food in his hand. "Um... Master? Are you hungry?" He called quietly through the door. He wasn't even sure if Kuroshi was awake or not, but he was about to find out.

Jace timidly walked in, very afraid of the black eyes that seemed to bore right through him sometimes. He quietly set the food on the desk near the bed, not daring to look at the man who was either watching him, or not.

"Anything else that I can do for you?" Jace asked in his quiet voice, bowing deeply at the older man to avoid looking into his eyes when he answered.

Jace nodded, walking over to the huge closet with the colorful assortment of clothes. Reds, blues, greens, blacks, grays, whites; you name the color, it's in there. The boy picked out a beautiful red satin robe and black slacks, laying them out on the bed for Xion to see.

"Are these suited for your taste?" Jace asked, looking down at the clothes instead of looking to see Xion's expression.

Jace's eyes widened in sudden fear and fright. He knew it. He knew that Master Kuroshi was a weirdo. He was knew it. And now, his fear had been put into reality. "Master... please stop." He struggled against Xion's hands.

Jace stood there, completely frightened and unable to move. Finally though, he was able to pick up his feet, grab the tray and disappear out of the room. He was sick to his stomach. Xion was weird, there was no denying it.

Jace disappeared into his room, calmly going through everything and sorting through his clothing. He placed the ones that he would take, the ones that he would need, and the ones that were utterly useless into three piles. Why would he do this? Because he was planning on running away. Xion was weird, and he just wasn't able to stay with him anymore. The guy was rich, he could get another play thing... or toy... or slave... or whatever the hell he called it. He just couldn't do it anymore.

"Yes. I'm leaving." Jace said finally, not looking up toward the doorway, even though the sudden voice had made him shiver and drop whatever he was holding. "And if you don't mind sir, I'll be leaving now." He said, picking his bag up as he began walking toward the doorway.