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The tall man in a gray suit and the small fat woman walked down the chilly corridor along the metal doors. Businessman and millionaire Richard Gabriel Smith was on his way to find a new slave/servant that would “help him around the house”.
“We got a lot of ‘em between the ages of 16 and 23. A wide variety from innocent to sluttiest possible.” Cockily said the fat woman with a Texan accent as if she was listing the categories from a porn website.
Richard didn’t answer. He tried to look as professional as possible even though in his society buying slaves was seen as something like buying bread. The fat woman jingled her keys and unlocked one the metal doors. It was dark, it had some beds on each side of the room, a sink and a toilet , both dirty, between the beds. As soon as Richard entered the room 5 girls and 2 boys started hoarding his legs, all talking at once.
“Sir, will you please buy me?”
“Don’t listen to her, she’s not good in bed at all.”
“But this one won’t cook at all.”
“They’re all worthless, take me, sir.”
“Sir!”
“Sir.”
“Sir…”
Richard looked down not moving an inch.
“Precious little girls, aren’t they?” the woman said from behind.
Richard turned his head a little, his clear green eyes catching something white sitting in the corner of the room. Richard moved his legs and walked towards the bed where the mysterious person was. Gently, he grabbed the person’s chin. It was a boy and apparently he was shivering and breathing heavily through his nose and gulping. The boy had black eyes, dark brown hair and light olive skin. He had a small scar near his temple and a huge bruise that looked like a hickey on his neck.
“That’ one’s a little messed up and dirty. He’s been here for 2 years and was sent back twice.” The small woman spoke again looking with an ugly expression at the boy.
“He’ll do just fine… What’s your name, boy?” Richatd’s rough voice echoed in the room.
“T-Thomas…”the boy replied trembling, his eyes now meeting Richard’s.
Richard thought for a while without breaking eye contact, then sat up straight.
“Come, you’re mine now.” He pronounced those words as if Thomas was a toy. Well it wasn’t any different in reality. Slaves were actually seen as toys.
Richard pointed (?) his arm out towards Thomas so he could grab his hand. The olive skinned boy looked at the slender arm covered by grey fabric then stared at the clean shaved wealthy man. Shaking and with parted lips Thomas grabbed the wealthy man’s arm and followed him out of the room. After some hassle and some insisting from the keeper of the slave house, who insisted that there are better people to pick, Richard left with the scared boy.