An alternative story

Until that fateful moment I was an adventurer, a wanderer, then a moment of hesitation, an unfamiliar scent, and the world went dark. When I awoke I was stripped, collared and chained. The blindfold kept the identity of my abusers a mystery and the gag muted my screams of anger.
I don’t know what period had passed before my training was deemed complete. But in that time I used the only sense left to me to listen and learn. So I heard his voice sensuous and rough bargaining for me, before his demanding touch explored his new purchase I never saw the man who brought such pleasure and pain when his demands were not instantly met.
I found that I feared him more than I ever had the slavers. Something in his voice and his touch drew my willing submission and I knew I had to run. Thinking me weak I had been left unchained while my new owner slept after toasting his new acquisition well into the night. And so I ran. I was wrong.