Tag: anon

Little anti was lost and scared. His old daddy just threw him out of their home. He was carrying a a heavy suitcase and his backpack full of his little things. This was so scary. He must have just annoyed his daddy too much but why couldn’t he stay till he had a new place to stay at? Why throw him on the street? He shivers softly and tries to fine a restaurant to sneak into to get warm and sleep for the night. His nose starts to run and his cheeks where a bright red cause of the harsh winds.

Markus was walking along the street, unhappy about the strong winds. It made it harder for him to walk around, but at the very least there weren’t too many people outside to bother him.

Being blind was never easy, and he needed to get home. It was just his luck that he walked right into someone, stumbling as he lost grip on his cane.
“Excuse me.”, he said softly.

The auction would start in an hour, now was the time to look around and get an idea of what kind of slave the buyer required. One owner, a man known for his cruelty to his slaves was there with a child who was no more than ten years old. He was selling her, though she wasn’t in the best condition which dropped her ratings a bit. She wore torn clothes and showed clear signs of abuse. -Thewaywarddemomchild

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Markus was well known to buy slaves. He bought slaves that deserved freedom, having done nothing wrong in their life, and he bought slaves that had been owners once, that had treated others horribly and deserved to suffer.

Children always were a weak spot for him. They never deserved to be here, being sold as slaves. And whenever he could, he would buy them, to free them. This time, it was no different.