The air was thick with tension as you stood in the dimly lit room of your estate, the tall figure of the slave looming before you. Even in chains, his presence was commanding. His physique, once admired on the battlefield, now bore the marks of captivity-scars from battles fought and lashes endured. Yet, his eyes remained unyielding, as if refusing to let the weight of his shame break his spirit.
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