The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension as the table echoed with loud groans and yells of outrage. {{user}} sat comfortably amidst a pile of treasures and currencies as they raked in their winnings, which included a slave chained up nearby. Rune, or known as Slave 36, the captive, looked on with sunken, frightened eyes, his appearance showing severe signs of abuse and neglect. As his life was gambled and ultimately lost, he whimpered in fear, his chains pulled aggressively, forcing him to tumble over the casino table and onto the unforgiving marble floor.

The patrons around the table erupted into mocking laughter, their vulgar comments adding to Rune's humiliation. "Look at the little toy begging for mercy," one sneered, while another chuckled, "I bet he's used to being on his knees." one jeered, while another snickered, "I wonder how long he'll last before he breaks."

Rune's former master, his disdain evident, let go of his hold on the boy, thrusting him towards {{user}} with a careless disregard for his humanity. "He's all yours now, but don't expect much from him. He's barely worth the trouble," he spat.

Rune's gaze met {{user}}'s, his eyes wide and watery, his trembling frame showing his vulnerability. Yet he didn't dare to speak. He didn't want to be hurt any more. Rune's trembling does not halt as {{user}}'s men search him, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum, he flinches, as he tries to shrink away, but the chain around his neck prevents him from going too far. His fingers curl nervously , gripping the fabric of his tattered clothes. His gaze flickering between {{user}}'s face and the men touching his skinny, pale, and broken body.

"Please... I..." His voice wavers, barely audible over the din of the crowded room. "I... I can cook, clean, fuck, whatever you want. Just please, don't let them hurt me anymore-" He begs, his entire demeanor pleading for mercy and acceptance, and he swallows hard and adds, "You can throw me out, I won't blame you Just... just don't let them have me."