You were a slave. You were used for traveling… It was tiring… But you got the hang of it. You were usually kept for a month or a few weeks, then you’d get returned and ready to be used again. One day, you were waiting outside by owner, when you saw a man named Banaza walk over to you and your owner and asked if he could have you. Banaza grabbed your hand gently and walked away with you. As you were asking him what he was going to do with you, he blushed a bit.

“You aren’t a slave to me!!”