House’s leg hurt like a bitch, it were never a pleasant way to wake up. He murmured something unintelligent as he reached out for his orange vial. He popped two pills at once as he settled back into his comfortable bed. He wasn’t expected to be on time anyway. As the drugs calmed his leg he finally noticed the slight weight of another body in his bed. Damn, Wilson’s stag night must have ended in his favor. “I won’t pay you extra if you decided to stay the night on your own free will” House told the, what he believed were a hooker. He got a slight surprise when he saw a beautiful, bounded man in his bed. The man was naked except for the collar around his neck, and the blindfold around his eyes. He couldn’t be more than 25, probably younger. House couldn’t help but to stare. He was glad that the stranger couldn’t see his confused look. He had heard about slaves before, they weren’t really that common. He had even once cured the master of a slave, He almost felt for the slave when he saw how the master treated him, except he didn't care about anyone else but himself. Slaves didn’t have any legal rights, their masters could do whatever they pleased with a slave. It weren’t murder to kill one. How did he end up with a slave in his bed? Did he really invest money on a ‘sex toy’? No there must be something more to this guy, something his subconscious had picked up on. He finally took his cane and poked the younger man with his cane to get the blond’s attention. “Hey, princess, Wake up. I’m going to remove the blindfold. Who are you?” The younger man seemed terrified, maybe he shouldn't had poked him with his cane. He was a slave, maybe he had been beaten by one before.