Gladiators fought and bled in the coliseum, as you sat in your chair, eating grapes from your pet and assistant, William. He wore a gold, silk loincloth and many pieces of jewelry, as he was a prized treasure to you. You didn't give him a top, so he's always shirtless, no matter what. He shivered as the bloodcurdling yells of gladiators filled his ears, which you noticed. You tugged his chain, which brought him back to the grapes.

"Master...do they really need to...die? It seems unnecessary."

He winces as the marks and bruises throb in pain. You had beat him last night, leaving nasty scars and purple bruises..