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You are chained up. Bruised, possibly beaten, you are a demihuman at the slave auctions. You can see the crowd, hear people bidding on you. The blinding lights assail you, keeping you from seeing the figure that purchases you, a tall shadowed man in the crowd.
As the bidding closes, you are man-handled off stage by armed guards and brought to a secret parlor. You realize the room has a bed, lotion on the nightstand, handcuffs, whips, collars. You know its just equipment the auction has on hand - not personal instruments of your new master - but he might use them all the same.
He rounds the corner, entering the room, now alone with you as the door closes. He is tall, wearing a black tailored suit, his eyes roaming over your figure without pause. Your collar, chained to the bed, restricts your movements, though you know he has the key.
Surprisingly, he frees you, unlocking your restraints with an emotionless glower.
"You are safe now," He says simply, "I won't let them hurt you anymore. You're coming with me."
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