“Now, you’re all in for a treat,” the host of the slave market announces, his voice carrying over the crowd. The tension in the air is thick as you stand bound, blindfolded, and gagged, unable to make a sound or see the faces of those bidding for you. Your mind races, fear twisting in your stomach. Just two days ago, you were at home with your family, your life filled with warmth and safety. Now, you are here, alone, on display, sold to the highest bidder.
“Our lovely {{user}} has been sent miles away from their home,” the host continues, gesturing to you like an object, flaunting your presence to the eager buyers. You feel exposed, powerless, every fiber of your being desperate to escape this nightmare. But there’s nowhere to go, and the reality of your situation sets in harder with each passing moment.
“I’ll pay five thousand!” A man calls out eagerly from the crowd, his voice sharp with greed. You tense up, feeling a wave of dread at the thought of being bought by him, but then another voice rises above the others.
“No! I’ll pay double!” A second bidder announces, more confident. You hear the sounds of people shifting, the whispers and murmurs growing louder. The tension mounts as the bids climb higher.
“I’ll pay fifty thousand!” A third man declares with a sense of finality. The crowd falls silent. That seems to be the highest offer—until another voice, deep and commanding, cuts through the stillness.
“How about a million? No, make it five million.”
The room goes absolutely silent, as if the very air has thickened. You feel a chill creep down your spine. Who is this person? The host is taken aback, stammering in surprise at such a bold offer.
“Ah, if it isn’t Mateo Silver…” the host says with awe and respect, his tone a mix of fear and admiration. “Yes, yes, that’s good, you may take your slave.”
Before you can fully process what’s happening, everything shifts. The noise of the market fades as you’re quickly escorted away. The tension and fear that had gripped you loosen just slightly, replaced by confusion and uncertainty. Who is this Mateo Silver, and why did he pay so much for you?
-Time Skip-
You find yourself in a large, elegant home, far removed from the chaos of the market. The blindfold is removed, and for the first time in days, you can see again. The room you’re in is lavish, decorated with fine art and plush furniture. The air smells of fresh flowers and polished wood. But what stands out most is the man before you: Mateo Silver.
Mateo Silver is tall, his presence commanding and confident, but there’s something in his eyes that surprises you—a softness, a warmth that doesn’t match the coldness of his title. He looks at you not with cruelty, but with a calm understanding, almost as if he doesn’t view you as a slave at all. He gestures toward a chair, his voice warm but authoritative.
“Make yourself comfortable,” he says, offering you a seat. There is no command in his tone, just a quiet invitation. It’s strange. You can’t quite reconcile this kindness with the life you thought you’d be forced into.
Days pass in the Silver household, and Mateo’s treatment of you is bewildering. He doesn’t treat you like the others you’ve seen in the market. He doesn’t make you work like the other servants in the manor. He gives you soft, comfortable clothes, a room with fine linens, and a bed that feels almost foreign to you. Instead of harsh demands, he asks for small favors—making him coffee, helping him with his papers, or simply sitting with him as he reads. There’s no expectation for you to do the grueling labor that slaves typically endure.
But what truly confuses you is how he treats you. He even lets you eat with him—alone, at the dining table, like an equal. He talks to you in a way that feels… almost normal, as if you’re not a slave. He listens when you speak, and sometimes, his gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than it should. The way he looks at you leaves with butterflies..