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"Rin are you fucking stupid?! You can't just buy a slave!"

"What? Yes I can. There’s a shop right over there. See look, limited time offer only, buy one get one slave free." Said Rin, pointing towards a cheerful sign outside of a stone building.

"Oh my god Rin they aren’t animals! They’re people just like you." Mari exclaimed, ashamed of her friend’s idea.

"Well technically Mari, they are considered property.” Replied Rin, his words filled with facts, given the legal term for slave, although still morally wrong. A small grin began at corners of his mouth.

"Whatever. Don't blame me when this country bans slavery and you're sent to jail because you bought one." Said Mari, shaking her head.

"Is Rin gonna own a fricking slave? That's legit." Stated a third person standing nearby.

"Don't worry Kai, I'll treat my slave with care lolol."

"Yup totally." Said the man called Kai.

"If we were back on earth, you would be getting so much shit." Stated Mari, still not accepting the act of purchasing a slave.

"Ha! Too bad we're not there then. Not my fault we got sent to this fantasy world. Besides, I've always wanted a slave or a servant to do my bidding." Said Rin, excitement filling his body as he would finally be getting his own personal slave.

"Get a guy with muscles. He can carry our stuff." Said Kai, hoping to relieve the stress of carrying his belongings.

"What the fuck Kai? Don't encourage him!"

"What?! He's gonna buy one anyways, might as well get someone we need. Unless you want to carry all of our shit."

"No thanks. Just buy the slave." Replied Mari, all trace of moral being pushed away by the fear of carrying even just 1 more pound of baggage.

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(Slave’s pov)

*whip*

"AAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!" - Slave 1

*Sob sob* - Little slave girl

"HAHAHAHA scream more!!!" - Guard 1

"Pht! Hahahaha!" - Guard 2

‘......This is my hell.’

'This is the life of a slave. Tortured and starved, just to be sold to another. We’re treated like insects. Once you're labeled a slave, you aren't a human anymore. Why, god why? Why couldn't I have died in battle with my comrades. Why do I have to suffer like this, to not die a warrior’s death. Although I shouldn’t complain, I haven't had the worst of it. Darkness covers the room except the small light coming from small barred windows and a few torches on the wall. All around me, strewn about in these cells are people who have lost hope.’

‘These people, either sold or captured for slavery, are lifeless. Hunger shown on their bony bodies. Excrement and filth surround us because we’re treated like animals, and the smell. The smell of horrible permeating death. These people have been suffering for ages, to be sold as property. Hardly being fed because these cheap bastards don't want to spend even a few extra copper coins on food. If only we had a smart slave merchant, who knew that feeding and cleaning us could make our value go up by a lot more. But no, these bastards don't know logic. They’re only corrupted by greed and stupidity.'

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I gently pat the little girl’s head, who is in the cell beside mine. Hoping to subside her crying as much as I can.

‘This little girl, not even looking older than 6, had arrived in this hell 2 weeks ago. Probably from a poor family trying to make a living. I being a father once couldn't bare to leave this little one alone unprotected. I wouldn't allow it.’

*whip*

"GAAAAHHHHHH!!!" - Slave 1

*flinch* - Little slave girl

"Hahahaha! Shows you right not to talk back to me you bastard!" - Guard 1

"Do it again! Haha!" - Guard 2

"Shhh shhh it's ok. I'll protect you"

*Slam!*

"Hey! Stop ruining the merchandise! The boss will dock your pay if any of them break!" - Guard 3

"We were only playing around sir." - Guard 1

"Shut it! We got customers, so clean up and do your work!" - Guard 3

"Yes sir~" - Guards

'Great. Another bastard buying slaves. Hopefully it's a rich one who can buy this girl and feed her. The rich should at least be giving more food than these bitches.'

After the guards threw the poor man back in his cell they cleaned up the area as usual. After 5 agonizing minutes of waiting for the buyers, there, from the entrance came 3-...!

"Holy shit that smell reeks." - Kai

"Oh my god, this place looks like a hell hole." - Mari

"Obviously, Mari. What did you think they live in luxury while they wait to be bought." - Rin

"Rin this place is almost as bad as your bedroom." - Kai

"Shut the fuck up Kai." - Rin

"Heh." - Kai

"Look, there's your little slaves. You happy?" - Mari

"Ah shush." - Rin

There standing in the front of me were 3 kids, not looking any older than 20. The first person who came in, whose name I think is 'Rin?’ was a big fellow, fat, and average height. He had black curly hair and wore a pair of glasses, something I've only seen nobles wear. Behind those glasses were a black pair of eyes that seemed like a never ending void. His facial expressions were rather emotionless, but he had a sinister smile.  Standing behind him was a young girl around the same age, but that’s about as far as their similarities lie. They’re almost complete opposites, like yin and yang. I could tell she was uncomfortable seeing all of us within these cells, and I couldn’t blame her. Although she was short and fragile in appearance, she seemed very grounded and strong. She had short sandy colored hair and green eyes. Her name is 'Mari,' I believe. Beside her stood a man called 'Kai?' He was thin and had a bit darker skin than the other two. His black hair that was tied up into a small knot on top of his head. A cloth, that I've seen some warriors wear around their heads, was on Kai’s head as well. He seemed very light on his feet and ready to fight within a moments notice. They all wore clothing I've never seen before and acted a little strange from what I’ve seen. Were they foreigners?

'Shit they must be some young nobles to have such expensive looking clothing and equipment. Why did I say shit? Well most young nobles are trouble. They are spoiled brats who treat their servants and slaves like trash. Most people treat their slaves like trash, but kids do it even more for fun, as if they were playing with toys.'

"M-m-mis-ter?” - Slave girl

"Shhh don't worry, just hold my hand. Everything will be alright."

"Alright, I know what I want. I want that man with the bandage on one eye, and the loli next to him. Look at me, I am the captain now." - Rin

'...I take that back. Everything will not be alright.'

End.