Yoko gasped and writhed beneath the man. A mixture of pleasure and fear held in the whimper. His body reacting and his nipples were teased into being hardened. He pants and bolts from the bed and into a corner. Shaking a bit from the obvious fear. He thought I was her. I am not sure if I should be complimented or offended that I won't ever mean anything to him. He wants my mother. So do I but damnit that damn navy bastard stole him from all of us. He sighs and looks at him. He bolted from the bed as soon as he was free to do so. He shakes a bit as he didn't understand why he reacted so easily to this man's touches and actions. He knew damn well he wouldn't ever mean anything to him. He only thinks of me as a slave. I am just property to sell to the highest bidder. He thinks and reminds himself bitterly. Remembering why he nearly hated this man. One minute he was confusing him with treating him differently than any save his mother and the man who was his father had. Though most of the time he was just collateral. Something he knew his mother would never have been to this man. Just the way the man kept thinking he was his mother spoke volumes on that. He wondered who this man planned to sell him to. Probably some guy that would want to do torturous and horribly naughty things to him. Then again it was almost that way with this man. He clung to his legs. Holding them to his chest. Shaking a bit. He wouldn't show weakness. Not to him. Not to anyone. His mother taught him that. To never show anyone weakness.