Bird Slave

07

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Nathalie is shuffling over Arthur's shoulder. Staring fearfully at the man smelling ashes in front of him. Both of his hands squeezed Arthur's suit into a tangle. 

Arthur took a breath. ''Can you not pay attention to him. Look, he's even like a frightened rabbit.''

''You're sure he's not the spy the enemy sent you? Usually the enemy sends women who look innocent and innocent to make people like us feel pity.'' Allard screeched, staring dislikefully at Nathalie. 

''I bought it directly at the auction, how could he be a spy. After all David's club is famous for its service and transactions.''

Allard shrugged both of his shoulders in an indifferent style. 

''Maybe I was too worried. I'll have the waiter take her to eat at the door. I've never even shown the room to my subordinates other than Grey.''

Arthur clucking. ''Don't complicate it. If you don't lend me your room, then I won't help you either.''

With a murmur Allard stepped foot into the library and Arthur followed. There, right behind a row of neatly arranged shelves, there is a road to his basement. Allard's place spent his time calming down. 

His hiding place from the outside world. Allard's place is going crazy. And now, just for the sake of a slave Allard rents out his secret place. Arthur even threatens not to help him in order to get a place to live for his beloved slave. 

It doesn't really make sense. Allard promises not to be a fool like Arthur. Who are enslaved with their own slaves. 

''I know you're swearing at me, '' said Arthur as they reached the stone door of Allard's basement. 

Long friends with Allard is enough to make Arthur understand the nature of his friend. If in front of colleagues behaves sweetly, if in front of traitors like the devil. In front of the women he dated himself Allard was quite ruthless, the man could even kill without touching. 

''I did swear to you. This door doesn't need to be locked, you just close it. It's too heavy, I'm sure he can't open it Allard said before turning away. 

Not want to mince words to explain further the advantages and disadvantages of his basement. Arthur snorted, then smiled towards Nathalie who was quietly exhaling a sigh of relief after Allard left. 

''Are you afraid of him?'' asked Arthur softly. 

Nathalie immediately nodded, her eyes shining as if she wanted to tell more about her reason for not liking Allard, but what managed to say was just a disjointed sentence. 

''Se-seram! In-he's like al-algojo.''

Arthur was so stupefied that his body shook slowly. He knew the girl was talking what she was. Had Allard known what Nathalie said about her, it would have been what her reaction would have been. 

Arhur pinched Nathalie's cheek to make the girl complain of pain. 

''I'll tell him that you insulted him.'' Arthur whispered scared. 

''He will come to you and hit you, '' he added. 

Instantly Nathalie puckered her lips, the girl tightened her body towards Arthur. Hugged Arthur tightly and cried sobbing while shaking his head vigorously.

Arthur fell silent, not expecting Nathalie's reaction to be like this. Perhaps the girl imagined some executioner who had once beaten her. Did Nathalie imagine Allard as the executioner who would beat her up? 

Instead of feeling pity, Arthur was even more broken. Is that the figure of Allard in Nathalie's eyes?

But as if Arthur was instantly silent. Nathalie's condition has not healed completely, nor should she scare the girl. 

He rubbed Nathalie's back. ''I was just kidding. He won't hit you, stop crying, hm?''

Nathalie hands over her little finger, asking that Arthur welcome her. 

''You want me to promise? For what?''

The girl pointed at herself and then pointed at Arthur, before finally pointing the way home. 

Arthur scrunched his forehead, trying to digest Nathalie's intent. 

''You want me to promise to pick you up?'' 

Nathalie nodded strongly with a moody wajag. 

''Of course not, from where do you get such thoughts.''

Arthur lands a kiss on the crown of Nathalie, like a father who wants to leave his daughter. 

''I left long enough, but I didn't throw you away. I'll get you back. You have to take a shower and eat, you remember everything you have to do when you shower, right?''

The girl nodded enthusiastically. 

''You have to learn to use spoons and forks. I want after picking you up later you can eat well. If you still can't, maybe I'll rethink taking you.''

Usually young children will tend to do what is said if given a threat. This was applied by Arthur.

''Then I go first.''

Arthur approached, giving a warm peck on Nathalie's cheek. The girl just looked at him with a worried and agitated look. 

Nathalie doesn't actually enter Allard's room before seeing Arthur vanish in the darkness. Leave it alone in a foreign room. 

This should be what he wanted. Being in the dark because he was used to it, but why in this room his chest felt tight. Nathalie wants to be in Arthur's place, sleeping with the man's scent. 

At least smelling the man's scent could make him comfortable. This room had a different aroma, and Nathalie did not like it. But Arthur had gone far away, he could not catch up to the man. All he could do was wait quietly inside here. 

Nathalie hates this, but she wants to cry her hardest. Since entering hell, he has promised not to trust anyone. In fact, he now hangs back the fate of his life in the hands of a man he does not know. 

Maybe one day Arthur can also turn into a creepy person, just like the executioners who tortured him. But now Nathalie chooses to enjoy whatever the man gives her. 

Then for now, he should learn how to be a good girl so that Arthur remains who he is now. Treat Nathalie well. 

Nathalie clenched her hand and pointed it into the air. 

He will try his best, until later when Arthur picks him he can show his ability to the man. 

He should be able to eat with a spoon and fork! 

Then he also had to take a shower!

And the last one ...

Nathalie had to learn how to speak. Arthur would not have liked to see his silent self if the man had asked him to speak. 

First of all, Nathalie had to learn to pronounce the man's name without stuttering.

''About ...''

Good Lord! Even when he is in the dark like this, he can feel nervous. 

All this time his talk was never heard, when he tried to speak then the executioners immediately punished him. Giving him a bitter drink that immediately made his head hurt amazingly, then after that he was more often silent without thinking about anything. 

All he had to do was not speak, but remove his nervousness and fear. Arthur must have liked to hear him speak, Arthur would have listened to his opinions and complaints. Arthur is different, the man is not the same as the executioners. Nathalie should have listed it, but still it's not as beautiful as she wants.

Nathalie sat on the floor, hugging her knees tightly. 

''A-r ... Art-hur.''

He went back to practice saying the man's name fluently. 

''Je-mput.''

Nathalie smiles. 

''A-arthur .. je-jem-put a-a .. i.''

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