<div style="text-align: justify;">Being a slave all of his life, he was always forced to do as he was told. Stripped of all rights and freedoms. Disposable like tissues. <br/><br/>For years without end, Rimion had suffered the wrath of those undeserving of their power. He could remember it all well. Being whipped for hours till he begged for mercy. Being chained up and soon raped by an lustful master. Forced to work for days on end with no food nor water. This was not a life that someone should live. Not a single soul at all. He longed for his freedom, and that was what stirred him on the path of defiance, that his life was being turned around through great pride. Once he turned into a problem slave, he found the one thing that made his years slightly enjoyable... Riling up his masters an laughing in their faces. Laughing and begging for more punishment... Standing up for other slaves... Even going as far as fighting and sometimes seriously injuring his masters brought him joy. Could not be tamed, could not be broken... That was Rimion.<br/><br/>Upon hearing from Arin about Max, Rimion was quite sad... But only for the fact that he couldn't Arin break his back, trying to whip him in the hopes of breaking him. Speaking to Max for himself that day... He saw the type of master that was perfect to him. So well composed at first, but humorous to watch when angered. <br/><br/>Arin was an easy mark, and Rimion was not truly craving pain from Max, but a challenge. Would he be easy to anger? Or could he compose himself so well that shouting his defiance was near pointless for him, and that maybe he might end up bending to Max's will as Master? Like any Master, Max was out to be the one who breaks him. However, Rimion could tell that he had got to Max in some way instead. He showed concern for the man, which was something most slaves showed a total lack thereof. Yeah, he might have been hungry. But it was like a struggle for Max to hold himself together... Max was trying to force his title as Master as if it were power. But as he took everything Max cooked up, and even showed some concern to the other man.<br/><br/>They seemed so much compatible now than Rimi ever thought he could be with a Master, and there was nothing to regret, there never was.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“You have made me think about a lot of things Rimion. You are different than anyone I have ever met. You cared. When something was bothering me you knew and you cared, you were worried about me. No one ever cared about me before.”</span> Rimi smiled, bending his back down to kiss Max on the lips. "You shouldn't be ashamed to cry, Max. Not in front of me." <br/><br/>"Now... I thought you would be the same from every other Master I ever had. Cold. Pitiable. Heartless. Lost in anger. Drunk with power. Bereft of any feelings or emotions. As I laughed and begged for you to punish me more... You were so shocked to get a scream out of me. But when you came and told me your own story... I felt that there was more to you than you were letting on. Obviously, you were hiding behind the power you wielded. And so I thought to try and get you out. Show you that I care about you. Show you that I want to love you. Show you that this isn't you."</div>