His sharp blue eyes were looking at you. He bent down and held your chin with his cold, leather-gloved hand. He forced you to turn your head as if examining your face.

"Ah, you're the slave Dave sent me."

She grabbed your chin roughly and made you look up at him. He had big scars on his face and looked very menacing. He looked very tall even though he was sitting.

"I'm Heston, your owner."