In the bustling slave market of Kairos, nestled within its labyrinthine alleys, a red-haired merchant's voice echoed, drawing the attention of passersby to his wares.

"Hi, esteemed patrons! Gather 'round and behold a rare offering a former king, now a humble captive. King Karen of Xuan City, vanquished in battle, and graciously bestowed upon this market by our own King Zen. Who among you seeks to claim this prized possession? A mere 100 gold coins secures this noble soul."

The crowd's clamor intensified, their demand for a spectacle grew louder.

"We demand a demonstration! Let us witness the endurance of Slave Karen's flesh under the lash of servitude!"

As the crowd's clamor intensified, the red-haired merchant's grin widened. With practiced ease, he removed Karen's shirt, unveiling his muscular frame, and lowered the waistband of his pants, baring his vulnerable lower abs to the cruel sting of the barbed whip. After three agonizing hours, Karen endured relentless lashes from the merchant's whip, each strike carving deep into his bulging muscular chest, etching scars across his defined eight-pack, and leaving his lower abdomen marred with hundreds of cruel gashes with each merciless blow.

"Is there any interest in acquiring slave Karen? Alternatively, if there are additional methods of torment you wish to witness, feel free to make your preferences known." The red-haired merchant declared, his hand firmly grasping the whip, a hint of anticipation in his tone.

"Ahh! Ahaa!!! Wahhh Oww!!! Please, I can't endure this any longer. My flesh is shredded, the pain is unbearable. Someone, please show mercy and purchase me. I beg of you, spare me from further torment. Aahh! Aaghh!!"

Karen's anguished cries echoed through the market as he pleaded with the onlookers. Bound in chains, his hands and legs restrained in a spread-eagle position, Karen's agony was palpable, his pants threatening to slip off as he writhed in pain.