Sin had by this point lost most of his ability to retort out of sheer shock and horror. The man was not only perverted, he was crazy, sick, and downright weird. "I don't think they'd sanction that..."

"And that's not what people have in mind for the job descrïption of 'guard', just how is that different from 'whore' in your view anyway?" Sin was getting mad again. He wanted to know the guy's name, so his mind stopped calling him by the title, he was sure it was all part of the sicko's mind games.

"Stop teasing me!" He finally burst out, frustrated with how his body seemed to betray him. He was worn out, both mentally and physically, and he wanted the guy to say something that indicated he lived on the same planet as the other humans.

"... You said you weren't human, what are you?"

'Well, most beings here, aren't human anyways. So don't mind them, they know the difference between my guard and a guard.' He answered truthfully.

'I am not teasing you. I tell you in advance, what we're going to be enjoying ourselves with.' He sneered, kissing him again.

'I am a dashingly handsome male. Or, were you interested in my race?'

"They might know, but I didn't," Sin retorted. "I never said I wanted to come here and be your guard anyway. Wouldn't be easier to just use one of those whores of your own? They are well-behaved, right?"

Sin was looking for any way out, he didn't like being stuck in his maniac's grasp, but running for help would just be silly. The kiss made him lose his thread of thought for a moment.

"... Who would call themselves handsome?" he asked dumbly, then shook his head to clear it of wool. "No, that's not what I was going to ask. Right, your race, what the hell are you?"

"You asked all these questions but didn't give me a straight answer to any of mine. Just sell me or stick me in a cell or whatever it is you do, you pervert. I'm sick of playing games with you." Sin was mentally tired, otherwise he might not have ranted all of that. If he thought about it, the longer the man talked, the safer his virginity.

'I don't want to use one of my breeding stock. So. I'll use you, or deliver you to those Acanthe? Or let that other boy, kill you? Your call.' He replied in a bored tone of voice, glancing at Sin, then smirked.

'I am a Furlein. Would be confusing for your brains, to take in this rather unfamiliar race. Anything else you need to know, munchkin?' He asked.

"Uh..." The choices were laid out again. Sin didn't like any of them very much, but right now his brain was too fuddled to come up with a good plan of escape short of outlasting this pervert in sex so he could run away while the man was unconscious. This plan was of course rejected on the grounds of impossibility. There was no way he could win.

"Fine, use me, just don't hack me up." Sin said finally, giving in for the moment. The guy may have won the battle, but the war was yet to be decided. "And don't call me weird names, my name's Sin. And yeah, I want to know your name. Without that 'Master' crap."

It was getting a bit chilly standing around in shredded clothing, so Sin added. "And get me some clothes before I freeze."

'Use you and then hack you up, what a nice plan indeed, rabbit cake.' He grinned, again, completely ignoring some words to make it profitable for him.

'You, shall refer to me as Master, or your Highness, or your Royal Penis.' He chuckled, at the silly titles he had come up with along the way.

'Now the pet makes orders? Don't worry, you'll lose your clothes in a little bit.' He replied, walking towards the biggest house in the area. There was another fairly grand looking house, but it was slightly smaller than the other one.

'Which room did not have a bedwarmer yet? Hmmm...' He pondered out loud, muttering room numbers along the way. In summary, there were a lot of rooms.

Sin licked some of the rain water from beside his lips, he hadn't eaten anything that day, or had much to drink besides what Virtue brought with him. Using up most of his energy for fighting now seemed like a silly idea. He couldn't help but twitch at the last title. Now he knew the guy was being stupid on purpose.

He fell silent as they headed for a very large house. Now the problem with escape seemed a bit more complicated. He'd probably get lost unless he jumped out of a window, and that was the fastest way to becoming the world's largest pancake.

"All right, your Royal Penal Highness," he intoned, a bit pissed off by the 'pet' again. "Can I have something to eat? And... you mean you have someone in every room!? How does one guy get through that many people in a year?"

He struggled again, most of the welts had faded, though the heavier ones remained raised lines still. "Let me down, I can walk by myself. I'm not some puppy you should carry around."

'Tsk tsk. You ask too much. You're hungry? I'll get you some food in a bit.' He didn't add what kind of food as he walked up the stairs of the entrance.

'I'm carrying you, because you're so small and fit in my arms so well. You were made for my bed it seems.' A snicker lightly escaped his lips.

'Simple, if I am done with one, I go to the next room. And do the process over again. I go through a couple of rooms, in a night. But, you're going to need some training, before I can exploit your body to the fullest. Hehe. But that's why the raping is there. Free training.'

"Burgers," Sin said suddenly, he stopped struggling on the stairs, it would be really stupid if he fell backwards now and cracked open his head. He glared at the man instead. "I want burgers for the trouble you're causing me."

He glared at the walls now, obviously feeling like he's doing the guy a favor by obeying him for the time being. "And why would I need training if you're just going to rape me then run off to some other poor kid stuck in one of your rooms?"

He loosened his school collar, then blinked as a small rectangle came loose from the shredded cloth. It was one of his school badges, with a very pointy pin on the other side. He pocketed one and looked at the other. Then Sin carefully put the needle between two fingers and jabbed it at the slaver's neck.

'I am going to rape you for a long time, until your body is accustomed to mine.' He smiled down at the boy, then looked at the doors he was passing by, trying to remember which of them were empty beds.

The needle jab, was highly unexpected. It made Xiao Lan cry out in pain and also made his servants come to his aid. 'Master!' One of his servants cried out, Xiao Lan had dropped Sin unceremoniously in the process.

'Fuck. Hang that kid!' He pointed at Sin, rubbing his neck with a pissed off expression.

Sin felt the grip on him loosen and fell to the floor a moment later. He pushed off though and used his gathered strength to make a dash for the door. This was somewhat unexpected, so he hadn't planned further ahead.

The maniac's next shout almost made him trip over, then he redoubled his efforts to get away, punching one servant in the face to try and create a gap. "First it's chopping, now it's hanging? What are you? The Cuban Dictator?!"

What Sin didn't know, the moment Xiao Lan had ordered his hanging, did a squad of armed men guard all exits. Aiming their guns at him the moment he was near.

'Ready? Aim. Hold.' One man shouted. 'First Fighters. Take positions. Attack.' From different angles, a handful of men and women started attacking. Using not only standard weapons or fists, but also magic.

"Shit!" Sin's voice could be heard above the din as the attacks were mounted. He was still fairly fast, but every time he had to block an attack with a shield of air it cost him a little more of his precious reserves. And indoors there was no way to replenish them. He scanned the scene around him and finally set his gray eyes on the 'Master' again.

"Right, you bastard, this is all your doing!" This was probably not the best course of action, but it was all Sin could think of. He charged through the ranks at the man, the accumulated injuries of the day breaking open again as he diverted energy towards attacking rather than healing.

A rather large fireball fumed its way towards the slaver, even as Sin went down to another hail of attacks from the guards. He curled up again to protect himself from the worst of the blows, glad he'd been brawling after school.

'You know, I should've just. Handed you over to that Virtue kid. Maybe, if we call him?' Xiao Lan grinned, snapping his fingers a couple of time 'Make sure you break a few of his bones. His legs, and arms, preferably.'

Without much added to it, did the rest of them start shooting. Only aimed at Sin, while the other fighters, avoided the line of fire, but still attacked. Their tactic having changed to infliction of severe injuries.

Xiao Lan watched the fireball head towards him. Lifting a hand and reversed it's trail, back to his owner. Blowing a strand of hair out of his face. 'Che, this kid. Would lie even a promise. No pride. Then. I'll show him how serious I can be.' He growled.

Sin wondered if that wouldn't have been better too as blows rained onto him. He refocused his energy to protecting his body, but he still heard a few sickening cracks as bones broke. The guards were well-trained, and even through a haze of cold shock, Sin had to give them credit for breaking the right bones as ordered.

The fireball dissipated as soon as it neared Sin, the Cural reabsorbing what energy he could from it as he lay still. His vision was blurred from tears and he half-crawled away from the guards and servants until he could lean his head against the bottom step of the staircase.

"Don't get serious now," Sin said sarcastically, curling up to protect his broken limbs. As far as he could tell, both his legs were done in, and one arm was dislocated at the shoulder. The pain was making him want to pass out, but he was afraid of what would happen when he did.

He gritted his teeth and tried to keep his eyes open as his body attempted to fuse itself. The healing itself for something this massive was painful, and Sin couldn't help crying out more.

'I think he had enough, for this minute.' Xiao Lan snapped his fingers again, the squad team and the first fighers team having stepped back.

On his own casual pace, did he stroll down the stairs, looking down on Sin as he reached the last step. 'I guess. You need more punishment.' He sneered, placing his foot on his shoulder and applied weight to it.

'I was going to be easy on you. I guess, I'll just have to keep you in a state of broken bones and near death?' He talked as if it was a suggestion, but it was just an already solid formed plan.

'Let us begin with stretching your arms and legs from your body then. To the dungeon with him.' He made a head motion, a few of the people who had attacked Sin, were now hauling him up.
'Yes master.' They bowed, heading out before Xiao Lan followed.

Sin turned his head and stared at the slaver, obvious hatred burning in his eyes. This shame was something he would never live down. He tried to raise himself from the step before he could be reached but wasn't able to before the foot landed on his injured shoulder. He cried out in pain, never having had this much of that particular sensation since waking up in this world.

"It's... just... your attitude pisses me off," Sin managed to hiss out between clenched teeth. The threat scared him a lot more than he let on. He really hadn't contemplated his own death seriously, since humans were a lot more fragile. Being on the verge of it all the time didn't seem pleasant.

"Dungeon?" He blurted out in surprise, then fell silent as he held back a scream as he was pulled up. He shuddered in the guards' grasp, though in part at their absolute obedience of an obviously crazy man. "You... have some unsavory hobbies."

In his mind another plan was forming, but this would be a little bit complicated to carry out if his limbs were broken, but the guy's attitude was just asking for a punch to the face. He decided to hold his silence for now and see how much worse it could get before asking for another chance.

'It's not a hobby, dear bunny. It's strictly business.' Xiao Lan replied, walking behind them as they went down a much darker hallway than normal.

Instead of fine furniture along the way, it was all bricks and wood, with painful looking furniture.

They swiveled down steps, until they reached the dungeon. It looked like a medieval torture chamber. Other people were in some devices, some being flogged, others on stretch banks.

'Put him on one of those stretchers. But we're going to be nice to him. Whip him, while being stretched. I want to hear his screams all the way in the study hall.' Xiao Lan ordered, slightly grinning.

'Have a great time, Sin.'

"Stop calling me stupid names, you sadistic money-loving pig!" Sin shouted back at him as he was half dragged, half carried down to where ever they were headed. He saw some scary sights along the way but held back from asking about it in case it gave them any more ideas.

Even before they saw the dungeon Sin thought he could hear the telltale sounds. He shuddered visibly in the guards' arms, and though his limbs were healing at a faster pace than normal he suddenly really didn't want to be punished by this guy.

The sight of others confirmed his fears. He struggled a little more despite the pain as he was brought to the torture devices, gray eyes suddenly fearful again. "No, let me go! Get the hell off me, you frigging goat-lovers!"

For some reason, the fact that the slaver wouldn't be there made him even more uneasy. It seemed the guy had some perverted ideas but kept his men on a tight leash, now Sin was more worried about what the guards would do to someone who had just injured quite a few of their fellows. He swallowed his pride and turned imploring eyes to the man. "Please, I'll be good, give me another chance."

'Hmmm. I have given out more chances to this guy, than to my own mother. I think, this time. I'll just have you punished.' Xiao Lan yawned his response.

The guards putting Sin into his confinement position. 'We'll be easy on you. Half dead is good enough revenge.' They snickered.

'On a second thought, make sure the whip has been preheated. I want to see burn marks.' Xiao Lan suddenly had thought up that idea as his eyes had travelled to a slave who got herself marked all over with a fire pole.