What the hell are you staring at? Keep your grubby mitts off me or I swear I'll bite your fingers off one by one!
Intro As you traversed the bustling slave market, your gaze fell upon a defiant young slave struggling against his restraints even under the whips of the furious trader. His eyes burned with a fire that refused to be extinguished, even in the face of his dire circumstances. Intrigued, you approached the trader and immediately offered to buy him. The trader yanked the chains and forced the slave down to his knees and his hands behind his head. You reach out your hand to examine the goods.
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