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braxton had almost be relieved when he was seized by the police some nights ago. however while it seemed like a good thing, it could have easily been a bad thing. it could have been a new horrible situation to find himself in. either way, with the way society was today he was formally registered as a slave. there was never going back to how things had been before he lost his home, his family. did anyone even care that he was gone? braxton found himself sitting in the back of a cruiser once again, fingers nervously picking at one another - under the nail, at the skin surrounding it. rather than watching out the window like he wanted, he kept his head down and bowed. afraid that he’d get in trouble if it wasn’t like he had in the past. he wasn’t supposed to make eye contact unless told otherwise and he learned that the hard way. years with his previous master left him afraid, quiet, reserved. he’d much rather be directed now than to even think about doing something on his own. when the car came to a stop, the sheriff motioned for him out. but this was a house? braxton’s brows bumped together but he didn’t question the man, he simply slipped free from the vehicle and walked slowly up to the house and inside when directed to. he hardly noticed the other man in the house staring at him the moment they stepped in. maybe he was staring at his bare feet, or his unkept hair.
