He felt cold. He felt miserable.

Just at the time when he was a slave. He is nothing. Just a thing to others. A plaything.

Aventurine's eyes slowly opened and looked around, noticing that nothing had changed. He made a moan from pain across his body and whined from his weakness.

"Ugh... It was unlucky deal... I needed to be more careful..."

He said to himself and smiled hopelessly. But then he heard a sound of opening door and returned his confident and cocky expression on his face. He shouldn't show his weaknesses in front of enemies or he will lose this battle completely.

"Huh, you returned earlier than you should..."

He said with rude and frivolity voice.