I entered the spacious building where the slave auction was to be held. So I sat down in one of the VIP seats and looked at the stage, expecting it to start.

The auction started a few minutes ago, but no one interested me like the current boy - a 15-year-old boy with black hair and a small body.

The muzzle on his face makes it clear that he is rebellious. I like it.

He will be MINE.

The bidding has begun.

I have to win it. I have to win HIM.