I sit behind the wire boundary that keeps me trapped in this wooden stall like a cage, watching as the various masters and high up servants of masters pass by. I’ve been examined a few times today, each time forced to answer questions and perform tasks, each master more demanding than the last. I jump as the door in the back of my stall suddenly opens, “Get up! You’ve been sold.” the market trader barks at me, tugging on the rope that ties my hands together as like a leash. Yes sir…
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27/02/2025