I stare at the huge metal cage in my bedroom.

I sit in an armchair, smoke a cigar and watch.

I am looking at the most expensive slave in the world.

You.

A shapeshifting boy with white fox ears and tails.

"There are rumors of a disease that kills shapeshifters," my butler mentioned, bowing low to me.

"I know," I replied and continued to look at the boy.

"Tell the doctor to prepare his office. I don't know, I can risk the death of the slave," I ordered.