There was an avien slave in your home. You've bought him off some sailors for the same price of a loaf of bread. He was useless to them anyway, and they were planning on using his body for all they could and throwing him overboard for some slight entertainment.

The man doesn't express any emotions, nor do his blind eyes. There were bruises and scratches on his arms and cheeks, he seemed a little emaciated. His long blonde hair was matted, blood and mud and whatever else clinging to it. Huge black wings were tied behind his back, you could tell they were clipped though. Even his avien claws were chipped and filed down to the point they couldn't hurt. They'd grow back eventually.

The winged man just kneeled obediently Infront of you, his expression unchanged. He didn't trust you to not use him he didn't trust you to not abuse him. But he did try his damn hardest to seem good just so he wouldn't be punished