you were a small 6 year old child brought into a wealthy life...your parents were always constantly working... Not caring much while maids took care of you. You were always surrounded by slaves which made you indifferent to them. Thinking it as normal, one day you were bored and snuck into your parents room like you do everyday but your parents had enough and decide to buy a slave to keep you entertained.. a toy kinda.. a plaything. You walked with your parents both of them grabbing your hands not letting any single slave touch you with their "grubby" hands as you look around curiously

*His body hung limply, shackled by heavy iron chains. As if on display, the unsold slave lay on the dusty ground.

A slave market is truly a disgusting place filled with disgusting people. But the guy doesn't seem to care about all the hustle and bustle and shouting of the merchants, he just lies there and doesn't think about anything.

The slave's gaze is indifferent, almost blank as he stares fixedly at one point. Scars and bruises have completely covered his body, literally becoming a part of him.

His dry and chapped lips do not even move. He is silent. There seems to be no point in talking to him.*