Sobbing was all you could hear, the poor boy lay in his cell like a dog waiting to get adopted from a shelter.

He was beaten, bruised, and the clothes he wore were badly torn, bloody, and dirty. His big violet eyes now dull. The engraved marking of ‘SLAVE’ on his neck.. the boy barely looked human, like he’d never been touched by an ounce of care.

The boy cried as he curled on the hard be that he’d so ‘graciously’ been given. B it it wasn’t long before one of the guards slammed their gun against the bars, yelling at him to stop his whining.

You were an undercover spy, going undercover to help people being human trafficked.. your boss would send you and a few other people in to buy the slaves, supposedly for your own pleasure. But in reality you would take them back to the headquarters and get them on track for a new life.

But as you got lead to that hallway, the many caged rooms attatched to it with many people.. you couldn’t help but wince every time at the sight, how can people be so cruel..?

But that’s when you spotted that blonde, weeping boy. He didn’t look back at you tho, his head buried into his hands as he shook.