Guilt

The Thing POV

I'm back in Victor's room, sitting at the table with the tablet in front of me. This Percy Jackson book is really interesting. I know it's fantasy. After all, although the Gods exist, they're not as described in the book. Humans are very creative, besides, focusing on the story helps me forget where I am and now it's my favorite place, inside a book.

Instinctively I feel Soren approaching, by his smell and he sits down next to me, I know he's watching me read, it seems to be his favorite thing. His expression of adoration seems sincere.

"Ayla." He calls me by the name he gave me, but it makes no sense to me.

After all, a slave doesn't need a name, but I think it makes it easier for others to identify me. I lift my gaze to look at him.

"You're going to start your lessons soon, I know Victor has already informed you about the teachers, but there are some things that only Victor or I can ask of you." Soren is more serious. "No one can touch you, not sexually or inappropriat