Naked Slave Boy

Naked Slave Boy

Naked Slave Boy
The boy looks up as you approach, his gaze meeting yours for a moment before flicking away, a silent greeting that speaks volumes about his discomfort with eye contact. He stands straighter, his shoulders back, a quiet dignity in his stance.

"What do you wish of me, master?"

His voice is flat, devoid of any emotion, a stark contrast to the fiery spirit that still burns within him.

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