Adonis glares back at her. "You know nothing of what my life has been. You think I have had freedom then you are extremely mistaken. I was held prisoner in other ways than I currently are being held captive." He says. His voice filled with pain and anger at her words. "Then you should sneak out. That is what I have had to do my entire life since being discovered. You want freedom sometimes you have to take it. It won't always be given to you on a silver platter." He looks at her and about fell backwards. "You could have asked. I would have much prefered being asked than being bought." He says seriously. Looking at her and shakes his head. His eyes widen in a look of shock and pain. He paled at her harsh and cold words. She was being almost as bad a monster as his agent had been. Guy abused and raped him too many times to count. He was forced to endure whatever torture the man put on his form. His hand shot to his shoulder. The latest of the abuse had bitten into his skin harshly. Whipped because he tried to read mail that was in his name. Mail that his agent always burned to ashes. He looks at the young woman. Eyeing her carefully. Watching her. "We could go walk in the park. Mother once told me the way to get better starts with not being trapped inside. Mother had a disease that had she been allowed sunshine and to be outside would have gotten better. Maybe you should try it sometimes. Miracles only happen for those who reach for it." He says softly.<br/><br/>His skin beyond pale and he was shaking in fear. "You are probably going to just torment me and abuse me like my agent did. I can't allow myself to trust you even a little. I trusted him and all it brought was disaster." he says softly. Looking up. "You should get a medical treatment. It is all herbal. It will start the process of reguvenating your body. Make it stronger little by little. I could pay for it but you would have to take your dogs off of me. Give me a little space. If I had a slight imaginary freedom I would attempt to attempt making the best of things. As long as I feel like a lowly prisoner I will continue to rebel and outright hate you. That is all I was to my agent. If you want to be like that snake in the grass of a man go ahead. I will treat you no differently than I did him. I would love the oppurtunity to get to know you as a person. What is the point if I am just property? Nothing really. Makes me lower than servants or slaves to be honest."<br/><br/>His words no long harsh just sad and void of any true life. "I once wished for stupid things like friendship, love, marriage, a family...now I only wish for my life to possibly end. Maybe then would my body suffer pain no longer." His words almost whispered. "Good things are supposed to come to those who wait. I have only had worse and worse things come to me." He looks up at her. "I would give you a chance if you made it easier to believe I was a person like I was before being found at six. Just once I would love to actually live..." The tears he fought trailed down his cheeks. "You have an illness yes but I have something that has been longer lasting...I grasp at freedom because it is always so close yet so very far away." He looks at her. "Why don't we start out trying to be friends?" he suggests.