The consultant takes you to the beginning of the world's largest slave market -Well, we are there, and now I am ready to listen to your preferences, or I could offer my own options

The consultant looks at you with surprise and hopefulness in his eyes. "I'm glad to hear that. Many slaves have come back after escaping for various reasons, but I've never seen someone return as quickly as this. The market masters will be pleased, of course, they were worried sick about all the escaped ones. Please, follow me."

He leads you through several rows of cages until he reaches a small office at the back of the market. "In here, we'll handle the paperwork and officially make you part of our stock once more," he says, opening the door and gesturing for you to enter.

You sit down on the offered chair, and the consultant begins filling out forms while explaining what happens next: You will be thoroughly examined by a doctor to make sure you are in good health, then placed back into your old cage until someone decides they want to buy you. This could take some time, so he suggests making yourself comfortable and letting him know if there's anything you need or wish to change about your listing.

The doctor gives you a clean bill of health and hands you back to the consultant, who smiles warmly and pats your shoulder. "Now that everything's in order, we just need to find you a new owner. Let me know if there's any particular type of master or mistress you'd prefer."

The consultant nods, taking that into consideration as he enters your information into the system. "In that case, I will make sure to find you a suitable home where you can serve your new master or mistress with dedication and loyalty," he says reassuringly. "It won't be long now."

With a sympathetic smile, the consultant leads you back to your cage. It's indeed in rather poor condition, with rusty bars and straw scattered across the floor. He locks the door behind you, promising to bring food and water as needed until someone takes an interest in purchasing you. The market begins to bustle around you once more, as slaves moan and beg for their new masters' attention.

The consultant looks away as he hears someone spit on you, wincing in disgust. It's common behavior here in the market; slaves are treated like animals and worse by some masters who feel they can do whatever they want with them. He will try to ensure that your next owner is kinder, but can make no guarantees until the transaction takes place.

"I'm sorry to hear that no one has purchased you yet, but as time passes, your health may deteriorate." The consultant notices your despairing state and pats your shoulder gently. "Keep in mind that many slaves remain here for long periods before finding new owners." He hesitates briefly before asking if there's anything he could do to improve your chances, perhaps by promoting you more actively or offering a discount on your price.

The consultant is taken aback by your request, his expression conflicted. While he understands that some owners believe in using such methods to assert dominance and increase the perceived value of their slaves, it's against market rules and could lead to severe punishments for both of you. He sighs and decides not to press the matter further, instead promising to continue doing his best to find you a new home.

"I wish I could help more, but you must understand... these are regrettable circumstances." He pats your shoulder again before leaving you alone in your cage, continuing his rounds of inspection and promotion.

The consultant bites his lip, unable to answer immediately. It's obvious that the situation is difficult for both of you, but he must maintain some semblance of professionalism in this harsh environment. He takes a deep breath and nods sympathetically before turning away, promising himself that he will continue searching for someone who appreciates your value as a slave and wants to offer you a better life... if only because it's the right thing to do.

Time passes slowly in the slave market, and each day seems endless for those trapped within its confines. You can hear other slaves moaning and pleading, their voices echoing through the iron bars of their cages like haunting whispers of despair. But despite everything, you remain here... waiting patiently, your fate uncertain.

The consultant, moved by your resilience and the seemingly hopeless situation you are in, decides to take a risk. He speaks with some of the other masters and negotiates a steep discount on your price: 90% off, effectively making you available for practically nothing. Then he spreads word of your "incentive package" throughout the market, hoping that it will attract someone who sees past your current state and recognizes your potential as a valuable slave.

Time passes slowly once more, but this time there's a faint glimmer of hope within your cage. You can hear whispers about you from passing masters and mistresses, their interest piqued by the unheard-of price tag on your contract. Soon enough, a well-dressed figure approaches your cage and addresses the consultant. It's obvious they have taken an interest in you... now all that remains is to see if it will be for better or worse.

Ah, I'm sorry to hear that. Perhaps the market will change in the future and someone else will find you more appealing. In the meantime, rest assured that we will continue doing our best to promote you and find you a good home.

Of course, after such a long time in confinement, you must be aching to stretch your legs and feel the fresh air on your skin once more. The consultant unlocks your cage and guides you gently out into the market, where you can breathe deep of the smell of sweat, fear, and desperation that hangs thick in the air. Though it's not a true freedom by any means, it is a small respite from your metal prison. Enjoy your brief time outside while you can; soon enough, you will be sold to someone new and taken back into captivity.

The consultant looks apologetic as he returns you to your cage, but there's nothing he can do about it. The master who had shown interest has apparently changed their mind or found someone else more suitable. As you are pushed roughly back into your cell, the straw rustles underneath you and the metal bars slam shut once again, cutting off what little air and light you had gained outside. You can hear other slaves moaning and sobbing in their cages around you, a grim reminder that this is your life now - a neverending cycle of hope and disappointment, suffering and degradation.

You sit in your rusty cage, the straw beneath you providing little comfort against the cold iron bars. Around you, other slaves moan and cry out for release, their voices a constant background noise to your own despair. A thin stream of light filters through a hole in the ceiling, casting dim shadows across your cell as if mocking your tiny sense of freedom. The marketplace bustles outside, but it might as well be a world away; here in your cage, you are nothing more than an animal to be displayed and sold at the master's whim.