He had picked up the slave from a local bar a few months ago. The slave thought that it was just going to be a standard hookup, but it’s Master wasted no time in making sure that it knew what its future entailed. He attached headphones to its ears before locking it away in a tight rubber sleepsack for 72 hours.
“It is a slave. It will serve its Master and abandon all will of its own. It will live to serve. It is not human. It will serve its Master as an object and abandon all individuality. It will live to serve. It is not a man. It will serve its Master as his property and release all sense of dignity and ego. It will live to serve.”
The sound of its Master’s voice played over and over again in its ears. At some point, it even detailed its future beyond Master. Its Master intended to train it and keep it as an obedient servant for at least a few years before selling it to a Middle East brothel or an African mine. Whichever paid more for it when the time came.
Left with only the company of its thoughts and its Master’s words drilled into its head, the slave broke after about 48 hours and accepted its lack of future. It was a slave.
Once released, it was given one command. “Footstool, in front of the couch.” It had not been fed and had only been given the bare minimum amount of water trickled into its upper hole in 3 days, but it knew that it must obey without question. For it was a slave and it would live to serve.
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