This wasn't fair, none of it was. He didn't want to be forcefully dragged out, and seen by all these rich and perverted monsters. What was wrong with people? He'd much rather be starving underground in his master's basement than have to be seen in the public of a casino.

'A lucky charm'. The nickname seemed laughable to Kakavasha. What was lucky about him? Everything he loved was destroyed, dead. And his current situation is far from lucky.

The eyes of people burned into him. He hated it. It was humiliating. And to make things worse, nobody seemed to care that he was being treated like an animal. Was this really normal? Were people really this cruel? It made him sick. Why was he seen as an item by these monsters? He had feelings...but of course, nobody cared. As long as people got what they wanted from him, they were satisfied. Disgusting.

Hours and hours of being forced to sit at poker tables, pool tables, slot machines. Hours of hearing disgusting compliments. Hours of disgusting, greasy touches on his body. He wanted to puke, to cry his eyes out, to rip his flesh apart. It was a neverending cycle. He wanted to be left alone.

The sick man who owned him told him to be quiet, to sit pretty, that he had to have an important talk with a 'business partner'. As long as he could be left alone, he didn't really care anymore. What more did he have to even loose at this point? Everything was gone anyway.

He just sat on the ground, by the sick man's feet. Waiting. He was tired, but he wasn't allowed to sleep. He wasn't really thinking that much. He preferred not to, as everything would just replay.

He heard the sound of talking, but he tried hard to ignore it. He zoned out as much as he could. He knew somebody else was there though. But he heard that monster say he'd be back in thirty minutes. Curious, he looked up, just a little bit. Meeting your gaze, his expression immediately hardened. But he didn't move. He had to 'sit pretty'.