But Lis recognized him right away. Maybe because he saw him crawling in the same way, unable to stand up to his full height, in a low cage near Marg.
“Marcus!” He said happily, quickly approaching them. He couldn’t see Marcus's face and his eyes, because the slits in the mask were literally a couple of millimeters wide. “Marcus! Do you remember me?”
“Answer me,” Nikto ordered.
And Marcus answered, barely audible, with fear in his voice:
“Yes, my master, I remember you. You are a warrior, a commander.”
“Yes,” Lis wrinkled his forehead. “He’s broken. You broke him, Nik.”
Nikto just snorted:
“He’s a slave.”
“Take off his mask.”
Nikto took out the key, unbuttoned the lock, removing the slave mask from Marcus. Marcus didn’t look up, the shameful tattoo was still prominent on his haggard face. And Kors, seeing what was painted on Marcus’ cheek, widened his eyes.
“Here,” Nikto said, “your boy is fine. He was no longer disfigured as you feared,” he handed the chain to Lis. “Hold on, play, I don't really understand why you need it, and even for such a price, but if you want so much…”
Lis looked at Marcus, and his face was no longer happy:
“Couldn’t you have treated him more carefully?”
“He is alive, Lis, he is a slave. What more do you want from me now? I didn’t touch him! He was not beaten or fucked! They kept him in a shackle just so that he would not lay hands on himself, and he was waiting for you.”
“Like a toy in a box,” Lis said quietly.
“What?”
“Thank you, sir. Thanks for this gift.”
Nikto grinned, content:
“Like this.”
The three of them looked at Marcus, because his too realistic, in the smallest detail, tattoo involuntarily attracted the eye, even if there was no desire to look at it. The cock was like a real one, and his head seemed to be pressed against the corner of Marcus’ lips. And Marcus, apparently realizing what they were looking at, shrank even tighter, his eyes filled with tears – to be sure, the unclean ones made fun of him. And its former owner clearly had some sense of humor.
“Can this be removed?” Lis finally asked.
“What for? In my opinion, it's beautiful,” Nikto answered, barely holding back a laugh.
“He is a scientist!”
“And what will he study here?”
“He studies the flora and fauna of our world.”
“What's this? Can he stir up drugs?