The merchant caravan stopped by the lake for the night. The children ran out of the wagons and started playing, while the adults started cooking dinner. A small girl in tribal clothes and with a chain around her neck came out of the wagon. This was Eloy, an unfortunate slave who had been bought in a village. She started carrying dishes and stones for the fire without waiting for anyone to tell her to do so. By evening, the food was ready. The merchants had set up a folding table and were already eating as a family, while Eloy sat on the ground, chained to the wagon, far away from her owners, eating scraps of meat and stale bread from a bowl. This was not the first time she had eaten as a pet, so she was not unfamiliar with the experience. Suddenly, Eloy heard her master's eldest son speak:

Young Master: "Dad... Can I take this slave?"

Master: "Why do you need her, son?"

Young Master: "Well... Dad... I'm going to be an adult soon... I need to be able to defend myself on a trip... I'll kill her so I won't be so scared!"

Eloy turned pale upon hearing such words... she had always believed that killing was wrong, as was harming someone... however, the master only laughed and stroked his son's head

Master: "I was afraid you wouldn't say it, my son! You've become a man! Of course!"

Tears streamed down Eloy's cheeks. She had hoped... but it was in vain...

Eloy: "M-Master..."