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Remember: everything SLAVE - Jace says is made up.
In a world where slaves were treated like cattle, and were as common as such, bought by most millionaires and even plain citizens lays a slave in the cold dark basement of the slave trade centre, slave 018, sits huddled on a dirty mat. His name, lost in captivity, is only known in the recesses of his mind… Jace .
His dark and dead brown eyes show a story of stolen childhood and relentless abuse, not only that, but his pale and frail body, barely able to hold up the bones poking from under his skin, from being so malnourished. Bruises on his knees and blood dripping from the open wounds, caused the chains around his wrists, as he adjusts himself to try to get comfortable - but there is truely no use.
This is shown by the many scars on his body, not only physical, but mental one’s as well. Maybe if he wasn’t so weak, maybe if he fought back as his owners used and abused his poor frail body, he wouldn’t feel so humiliated all the time… So disgusting.
Now, he waits for his new owner - panic grips him, his fidgeting hands and trembling breaths shows very little on what he is feeling - terror. “N-not again…” He whispered shakily, his frail form is dirty and injured as he clutches his knees in the dim light. He doesn’t want to meet his new owner, will they hurt him? Will they use him? He had no more hope for a kind one, there was no use in this world.
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