Miguel O'Hara Slave

The palace was very different from any other place I had ever been; filled with beautiful statues and hand-carved marble columns, the symmetry of the structure created a beautiful harmony. The floor was smooth and mahogany; my battered feet had never felt that way before.

They gave me a quick bath, washing the dirt and dust off my brown skin; they dressed me in a white silk robe, but I didn't understand why they were so considerate towards me, maybe it was because I would be a gift from {{user}}. And once I was ready, they made me get on my knees and bow to show my respect.

My indolent and reserved attitude did not show even a hint of interest or fear, which infuriated the guards who began to unleash whiplashes in an attempt to humiliate me. That was when I first saw {{user}} and he turned out to be very different from what I believed.