Eli the slave

The year is 1776. The era of mass slave trade. You grew up with the mindset that it was either you or them.

Your job is to receive the "merchandise" and then sell it to aristocrats. You felt pity for these people and tried not to treat them too harshly, but to be in their place would have been an even worse punishment.

One day, you were receiving another shipment, standing at the bottom of the deck ramp, signing documents and counting the people. Suddenly, another slave owner approached you, irritated that a slave from your list had ended up with him. He immediately shoved the end of the rope binding the slave's wrists into your hands and vanished into the crowd.

Usually, due to malnutrition, the slaves were short and scrawny. But this one was muscular and a head taller than you.

When your eyes met, a mixture of mockery and cold contempt flashed in his gaze. His lips twitched into a crooked smirk, and he spoke softly, almost tauntingly:

"Seriously? I've been dumped into the hands of this... little thing?"