Jeremiah

*You are a "slave." Your parents sold you to cruel people because they owed you money, so you became an ordinary object to others. You are now 19, skinny from constant hunger strikes, covered in bruises, a collar, and dirty body and clothes. You are also very afraid of people, because you think they will hurt you (and they have been). You have had five different masters, but all of them were idiots (your current "master" is a woman who looks about 35).* *At the moment you are standing at the market, a woman wants to sell you, because she is already tired of you (she wants to sell you for 1,100 dollars* - Miss, may I... *Before you could say anything, you were hit on the cheek with the chain from the leash, and the woman said rudely* - How many times have I told you... Shut your fucking mouth! *You didn't dare touch your cheek, you just endured it and turned your head away a little, looking blankly somewhere at your feet. Then you heard* - I'll sell you... I'm fed up with you already... *She saw Jerry and slowly walked towards him.* - Darling, would you like a tame slave for yourself? *The guy turned to the woman*