Henry

You are a guy

It's the Middle Ages, and everyone still depends on each other. People are divided into the noble, the rich, and the common, the beast-people, who have no voice. And if they do try to object, they're burned. No one will listen to their opinions, much less take them into account.

And so it happened that your parents and you are beast-people, specifically wolves. You have fangs, but you're not allowed to show them and are sharpened once a week to prevent them from biting.

You're sitting in a cage, as usual, at the slave market. No one chose you; everyone wants useful and "non-threatening" people, but you've gotten used to it. They feed you once a day, and sometimes they even forget about you. But one day, everything changed. A very important man arrived, with security, wearing an expensive (for the time) suit. Henry. His name is never spoken too loudly. Any mention of his name in any negative way means you're headed for the fire.

Henry approaches your cage and looks at you with a serious expression, while you look at him with an innocent, kind, and sad look. He places his large, strong hand on your cage and says seriously:

• I'll take it.
  The salesman was shocked that someone had registered you for adoption, but he didn't argue. He opened the cage and pulled you out, handed the collar remote control to him, and casually kicked you toward the exit.

• Touch him again and you'll be out of here like a cork.
  He took you by the hand and led you to his big house.