The slave trader basically beamed and started to vibrate in place with excitement as Adam asked him to show his best slaves. The knight nearly had to catch him by the shoulder when the man sprinted inside his shop to follow the demand. Adam entered the building, keeping himself from gagging as the strong odor of sweat, sexual fluids, blood and excrements penetrated his nostrils. The walls were moldy and the roof was just a few centimeters above Adam’s head, making him crouch to avoid any spider webs on his cape. 

Shining eyes could be seen in the darkness behind bars as both men walked alongside the cages. The owner vomited compliments left and right, telling Adam how every one of his slaves was perfect and well-trained. 

Adam could see it himself, because the humans looking at him seemed pretty brain dead. They looked totally lifeless while he walked past them, not even bothering to sell themselves. The light was long gone from their pupils. 

No slave caught Adam’s interest, so he continued to walk through the cages. They were women, men, children, elderly. Buff slaves, sensual ones and some even looking like skeletons. Adam wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but he knew that the moment he found it, he would know.

As they slowly came near the end of the hall, the slave trader was beginning to sweat nervously, using a worn-out tissue to wipe the bids on his greasy forehead. He must have been nervous that Adam would not buy a slave.

Adam was beginning to get anxious too, his body was getting tired and he wanted nothing more than to head to an inn, find a comfortable room with a soft bed and throw himself on it, knowing he was safe with a slave to defend him. He wouldn’t let it show though, the slave trader would get too cheeky. Instead, he took his sweet time walking along the alley until he reached the end, a closed door blocking his way.

Adan turned on his heels, ready to make a deal with the slave trader, when he heard a clunking sound coming from behind the door

The young man raised a brow at his sweating escort, pointing with his nose toward the door. 

“S-sir, I advise you to continue looking at the slaves I got here. T-The one behind the door is way too fierce, I haven’t been able to tame him.” The man said, his eyes bulging with worry as his skeleton-like fingers gripped the edge of Adam’s cape. The knight hummed, considering the trouble it would bring if he were to buy a stubborn and untamed slave. But, wouldn’t it be more fun to face some resistance? Someone with an opinion sounded way better than a doll.

With his mind made, Adam walked with long strides toward the door before flinging it open.

There, with his hands handcuffed above his head to the wall, sat a beefy man. He was taller and bigger than Adam, his hand could easily engulf Adam’s own and crush it. Adam was sure that the slave had some Giant’s blood in his veins. 

“I have had this bastard for over a month now. His food intake is way too much for my small business, and he absolutely refuses to submit himself, even with the slave seal. He would be useless to you, sir. Unless you plan on feeding him to your pet or something.” The slave trader said with hatred before spitting on the man’s torso. Said torso was covered in brown hair, just like the rest of his body. He was quite hairy, brown curls covering his white skin deprived of sunlight. Facial hair covered his visage along with long chestnut hair, keeping Adam from seeing his features. Adam would tell that he would be gorgeous though, with a square jaw and strong nose.

The man seemed to awake from his sleep because of the noise, instantly starting to struggle against his restraints. The chains dug in his skin, making blood trickle down his veiny arms. The man’s body was only covered with a small piece of cloth around the crotch, so Adam could see all the scars on his skin, new and old ones. The beast had the seal tattoo on his right shoulder, like all the other slaves, but Adam could also see a slave branding made with hot iron on the left of his chest. It was the old way to mark slaves, but it got abolished because of the cruelty of the act. It seemed like the slave was too stubborn, making the slave trader take his revenge on him like that. Even if he was one day freed of his magical seal, he would never be able to get rid of the burnt scar.

The cowardly man took a metal bar before banging it on the cell’s bars, shouting at the slave to keep quiet. Said slave only snarled in response, the cloth stuffed in his mouth keeping him from spitting out insults, before lifting his face toward them.

Adam gasped as hazel eyes filled with fury looked at him with all the hatred in the world. If look could kill, then Adam would be having a drink with satan and chatting about the weather the second his blue eyes made contact with the slave’s one.

“I will take him.” 

The slave, along with his owner, stiffened in response to Adam’s statement. The brown-haired man looked at him with incredulous eyes, not believing what he heard, while the slave trader stood there with his mouth open, ready to gobble up some flies. Adam knew the man was the right one, the one he had been searching for. 

He needed someone who shared the same hatred toward the world as himself, he needed an ally with whom he could fight against the society. Adam wasn't sure how the man would react to this new ownership, but he hoped he wouldn’t mind it too much.

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