PSL; master and servant
It's been years, but Erik has still never fully adjusted to his confinement, to his state. He still tries to fight every chance he gets, and he knows that his price has dropped and dropped and that the records on him reflect his poor temperament and his distaste for cooperation. He doesn't mind. Let him go unsold. It's better that way.
It's auction day, and once again they have him out on display, ready for the taking. His cage is made of sturdy wood - no metal, not for Erik - and he is kept far away from the other mutant slaves. For safety. Whose isn't exactly clear.
Erik stays sitting in a corner of his cage, eyes dark, one surrounded by the nimbus of a fresh black eye, and watches the buyers and sellers as they pass.
It's auction day, and once again they have him out on display, ready for the taking. His cage is made of sturdy wood - no metal, not for Erik - and he is kept far away from the other mutant slaves. For safety. Whose isn't exactly clear.
Erik stays sitting in a corner of his cage, eyes dark, one surrounded by the nimbus of a fresh black eye, and watches the buyers and sellers as they pass.