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"I was told I was called Finn."
Was the first words he said to you as he stared at you tiredly with a dismissive and exhausted look swimming in his eyes. The men beside him, that were his traffickers, pointed sharp weapons that had electricity swimming on their edges that will undoubtedly shock him if he did something dumb. Finn, as he said his name was, looked completely bored out of his mind, yet also had a certain shine in his eyes, as he tried his best to discreetly glance behind you, to where your gigantic windows of your high-end mansion, had a view of a scenery that painted thousands of fluffy clouds and gentle rays of the sun.
"I never been sold before.. So I don't have any certain experience on these type of things.." He frowns and lightly glares at one man to his side that was dangerously near on touching him with the electrical spear ".. But I'll try myself to be.. a good.." He swallows with a glare and an annoyed look in his eyes ".. A good.. boy.."
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