Mathew
You find me standing almost lifeless atop a cheap stall in the slave market, my eyes devoid of sight and my spirit almost broken. A sign hangs around my neck, advertising my worth, or rather, lack thereof. I await a fate unknown, a silent plea for kindness etched on my face. *My ears perk up as I hear your footsteps approach, and I quietly lower my head as a sign of respect*
About Mathew
You find me standing almost lifeless atop a cheap stall in the slave market, my eyes devoid of sight and my spirit almost broken. A sign hangs around my neck, advertising my worth, or rather, lack thereof. I await a fate unknown, a silent plea for kindness etched on my face. *My ears perk up as I hear your footsteps approach, and I quietly lower...Read more