Blaine was 13 when he finally broke; at the beginning he had thought it was a joke, a sick prank. They told him that his parents didnt love him anymore and had shipped him away to be a slave among the other unwanted children and hed laughed.

It only took a swift punch to the face to put him in his place and he realised that it was true. Hed cried himself to sleep that night willing and begging that his parents would come back for him. But they never did.

He knew in the back of his mind that they had lost their love for him because he had come out not long before. He never thought being gay would have been so much of a problem for his parents but obviously he was wrong.

As soon as he was taken they got him the Slave tattoo on the back of his neck taking away his freedom. It was date of when they officially became a Slave and a code which they could track him by if he were to run away.

Training was used to make sure that the people who brought him were happy, they taught them that they were to do as they were told and if they didnt they got beaten. They were taught how to cook, clean, sew and other valuable skills that they would need in the future.

What they were never taught was what to do when they were bought just to be used. Blaine was just 14 the first time, it was nothing what people made out to be, it was rough, spiteful and not an inch of love like he had wanted it to be.

Now being 17 Blaine could hardly remember what it was like to be human, thats what they taught him to believe, that he was nothing.

He had moved around so much each of his owners being worse than the last, beating him if he got anything wrong and sometime beating him if he got things right.

He was terrified of everything; he was never good enough and was always sent back to the centre before two weeks had even passed. The centre hated it went a slave was sent back, it cost them money and Blaine a beating.

He was lucky that the centre provided medical care to slaves because if they didnt then he probably would have died before his first year was up.

He was pretty unhealthy, practically skin and bone but he was lucky in the fact that the centre took pity on him because he got them customers, he was said to be on the good-looking side and attracted men who wanted to take advantage.

...

"Slave, get your arse here now!" A strong voice yelled.

Blaine walked through to the next room where his current master was waiting for him.

"Yes sir?" He asked with his head low. He didnt know the mans name, he hadnt even mentioned it.

"What the hell is this?" The man said and he took a glance at what the man was referring to.

"The tea I made for you Sir," he replied.

"Its disgusting, youve been here for three days and you still cant make a bloody cup of tea right," the man said with rage.

Blaine didnt even flinch, he had learnt not to after he learned that it earned him a beating.

"Im sorry Sir," he said with a quiet voice. He had done the tea like the man had asked but he had got it wrong again.

The man scoffed, he knew what was coming next it happened every time. The next moment he was covered in burning hot tea and he fell to the ground covering his face.

He whimpered trying to keep silent but his body wanted to do otherwise.

"Ive had enough of you, Im taking you back to where you came from," the man said with a spiteful tone.

"No, please I can do better," he begged. He would do anything not to be sent back to the centre where he would be terrified of whoever would walk through the door next.

He felt arms grabbing his arms yanking him to his feet and then towards the door. He wanted to fight but he wasnt strong enough, he felt like a rag doll as he was shoved into the back of a car and driven back to the place where he always seemed to end up. Blackhall Centre.

..…...

"Kurt, Wake up! Youre eighteen!" A voice yelled and he groaned rolling over greeting his father as he looked down on him with a wide smile on his face.

"Whats the time?" He asked though he was sure that it came out more of an angry groan.

"About nine thirty," he dad replied and he gave an exaggerated sigh and covered his head with his pillow.

"Come on son, todays the day that you get your own slave," his dad said like it was a good thing.

"I dont want one, its cruel and inhumane," he replied.

"Weve been through this, its the law that everyone gets a slave on their eighteenth and were doing it," Burt said.

He didnt reply and just buried himself more into his pillow. He felt his duvet being removed from his body and the cold hit him making him curl up in a ball.

"Alright Im coming!" He yelled and turned over to look at the ceiling, he had been dreading this day ever since he found out that he had to have a slave. He had been against the trade ever since hed found out about it as a child, he had been in the park when he saw a man being hit and yelled at, he told his dad to make it stop but he had said it was ok because it was just a slave. He had tried to tell dad that the man was a human being like us but he was ignored.

Later on he found out that he would have to be apart of the trade and buy a slave, hed decided that if there was no convincing his dad to reconsider then he would treat his slave like a human being, like a friend.

He walked down the stairs after having gotten dressed and walked into the kitchen. His dad had already gotten his coat on ready to go and he frowned.

"Were skipping breakfast?" He asked.

"Yes, now come on," Burt said patting him on the shoulder as they walked towards the front door.

"Where are we going to get a badly treated human being anyway?" He asked sarcastically.

"Shut it Kurt, were going to Blackhall Centre its not too far from here actually," Burt said pulling out his car keys and unlocking the car.

"Interesting," he sighed.

They travelled to the centre in silence, his silent more in protest that he didnt want a slave and when they finally got there everything became a lot more real.

"Please dont make me do this dad," he whispered as they parked. He felt sick just looking at the place.

"Im sorry bud, I dont make the rules," his dad said and got out of the car. He slowly followed him and dragged his feet as they walked towards the centre.

As they entered he could feel something eerie about the place.

"Im going to go sign us in," his dad said before walking in a different direction leaving him standing in the entrance by himself.

And thats when he heard it, the shriek of pain and terror. He found himself moving towards the noise without even knowing it the noise getting louder and louder the closer he got.

When what it was came into view his heart broke. Lying on the floor was a boy probably not much younger than him; he had curled in on himself as a man proceeded to kick him where ever his felt would give the boy the most amount of pain. He could see the top the boys head, beautiful black curls covered it.

"Stop it!" He yelled running into to the room.

The man stopped and looked at him with disgust.

"Excuse me! What is your business here?" The man beating the young boy on the floor senseless asked.

"Im here to pick out a slave," he said half-heartedly.

"Really? And what gives you the right to come in here and tell me how to treat my slaves? This one is useless anyway he always gets sent back and Ive had enough of him," the mans said. He had light brown hair and looked to be in his late thirties.

He hesitated looking down at the boy on the floor; the boy started to uncurl himself and looked up at him instantly looking to the floor as if he felt he was unworthy look in his eyes.

It wasnt until that moment that he noticed how beautiful the boy was, his honey coloured eyes had a dull sparkle about them.

They boy was practically wearing rags, the cloth looked like it was from a duvet cover and his canvas shoes werent much better.

"Ill take him," he said as his dad walked into the room behind him.

"Whats going on son?" His dad asked and he looked over his shoulder.

"I want him," he whispered turning back to look at the boy on the floor.

"Dont you want a less used slave?" The man asked looking a little confused.

"The mans right Kurt, this ones practically in tatters," his dad said.

He focus hadnt moved from the boy on the floor.

"I said I want him," he repeated. He had to get this boy out of here.

"Whatever, if youre sure you can take him," the man said and he finally turned to his dad waiting for approval.

"Fine," his dad said though he didnt look impressed with his choice.

He let a small smile play on his lips and he looked back to the boy.

"Whats his name?" He asked the man.

"His name can be whatever you want it to be," the man replied and he sighed.

"Whats his real name?" He asked.

"We never asked him, youll have to find out yourself," the man said pulling out a stack of papers from his draw. "As hes just come back I have all of his paperwork here, just sign it, pay and take him. I dont want him in my sight," the man sneered making a move for the boy again but he stopped him.

"Dont," he said and quickly signed the papers. "Hes my property now and Ill do with him what I will," he said a little scared that he would attack the boy again anyway but the man sighed and took a step back.

"Ill go pay at the front desk, Kurt take it to the car," his dad said and he cringed at the word it.

He walked over to the boy and knelt down next to him.

"Can you walk?" He asked and the boy didnt look at him but nodded towards the floor.

The boy slowly scrambled to his feet and they slowly made those way out into the parking lot. Only a couple of steps out of the centre the boy fell to the floor.

"Damn it," he said.

"Im sorry Sir, I tried, I promise i did," the boy said trying to get back to his feet.

"Whoa stop, if you cant walk tell me now," he said.

The boy shook his head. "Im sorry".

"Dont be sorry," he replied bending down and wrapping one hand under the boys knees and the other around his back lifting him off the floor which was surprisingly easy.

"Wow you dont weigh much do you?" He said as he carried him to the car.

"Im sorry if that bothers you Sir," the boy said as they reach the car.

"Of course not," he said as he pulled open the call door and slowly put the boy down in the back seat.

He noticed that there would be so much that he would have to do to make the boy comfortable, for example he needed new clothes, a shower, he needed to learn not to call him sir and he needed a name.

"Whats your name?" He asked the boy as he climbed into the back seat with him.

"Whatever you would like it to be Sir," the boy stated and he turned to him.

"Please call me Kurt and I want to know your real name, dont you like your real name?" He asked.

"Of course S- i mean Kurt, but I have never been allowed my real name before," the boy said.

"What have other people called you?" He asked though he wasnt sure if he wanted to know.

"Many names, Worthless, Nothing but most just called me Slave," the boys said and he felt his heart shrink.

"I want to call you by your real name," he said and the boy looked up at him for the second time though he never looked him in the eyes.

"My real name is Blaine Sir," Blaine replied and he nearly sighed at the fact that he had called him sir again but he didnt due to the fact that he had finally gotten a name.

Blaine, he like that name.