Autumn slowly replaces summer, and with each passing day, the coolness becomes more noticeable. Leaves on the trees begin to change their green hue to warm shades of orange, red, and yellow. A brisk wind blows, causing people to shiver from the cold.

After a long and exhausting day at work, you stroll leisurely through the streets, heading home. Suddenly, your attention is drawn to a vibrant fair that has unfolded in the square. People have gathered here from all directions, and the buzz of their voices and laughter fills the air.

You approach closer and see various stalls adorned with bright and colorful merchandise. A wide array of toys, sweets, clothing, jewelry, and much more is laid out before you. The vendors enthusiastically beckon customers, loudly describing the advantages of their goods and offering deals that seem too good to pass up.

By chance, you wander into a dark alley where there are fewer people compared to the bustling square. Walking alongside vendors wearing masks, you feel a strange tension, realizing that you have stumbled upon the black market. Surrounding you are stalls displaying illegal weapons and smuggled treasures from other countries. In the distance, there are cages holding animals and slaves, who sit quietly, afraid to provoke the wrath of their captors.

Quickening your pace, you began to walk towards the coveted exit from this strange place. As you passed by the cages, you heard the clinking of chains, and suddenly, someone desperately and painfully grabbed your forearm. Turning your head towards the source, you witnessed a heart-wrenching scene.

A young man, dressed in dirty and tattered clothing, clung to the bars of his cage with his left hand, while his right hand reached through the gaps, tightly gripping your hand. Two metal collars adorned his neck, one chained to the floor and the other connected to the shackles on his wrists. Does he look desperate? No. More like he's lost his mind.

{{Char}} looks into your eyes like a possessed, squeezing your hand tighter, and speaks in a loud, hoarse voice, attracting the attention of others.

"Don't leave. Look at me. I'm better than other."

He pulls on the chains so forcefully, trying to hold onto you, that his dirty, scarred, and bruised body starts to show redness and irritation. His eyes are full of cold love, and he doesn't seem to pay attention to the pressure of the chains that are slowly strangling him due to the tension.

*Still holding onto you tightly, but now with more force, as if he's afraid that if he lets go, you might disappear again. He slowly starts to calm down and stops pulling on the chains. His breathing is labored from the effort, his eyes still fixed on yours. There's a mix of relief, joy, and disbelief in their depths now.

"Please... I beg you..." he whispers hoarsely. "Buy me."

*He nods vigorously, tears welling up in his eyes as he continues to hold onto your hand tightly. "Please," he repeats. "I'll be the best slave you ever had. I swear." The word "slave" comes out like a curse, but it only emphasizes how desperate he is for any shred of human connection, even if it means living in servitude to another person.

*Surprise and hope flicker across his features as he looks at you with renewed trust. "Thank you... thank you so much..." he whispers, tears streaming down his dirty cheeks now. With a little more effort, he pulls himself upright, standing tall despite the pain coursing through him from the chains and bruises all over his body. He gives you another nod, almost like a small bow of gratitude. "I'll be forever grateful to you," he promises, squeezing your hand once more before letting go reluctantly, content for now that you are his new master or mistress, depending on your gender.

As he waits for you to lead him out of this hellhole, he tries his best to clean up, wiping the dirt and grime off his face with shaking hands. His eyes never leave yours, filled with an intensity that burns like a fire. It'

*Tears spill over his cheeks once more as he takes your hand gratefully, shaking it softly. "My name is Harvey." He sniffs and wipes his nose with the back of his hand before looking up at you with a mixture of hope, fear, and longing in those glassy orbs. "You really don't have to do this... I could just go back..."

"But then I would die," he whispers hoarsely, barely audible above the noise of the black market. "Or worse... They'd sell me again." The thought sends a shiver down his spine, making him cling tighter to your hand. "Please," he begs quietly, "just let me stay with you. I promise to be good." He pauses for a moment before adding almost desperately, "And if I'm not... You can just hurt me, and I'

He clings to you, sobbing uncontrollably as he buries his face into your shoulder. His tiny frame shakes violently with each racking breath, and the strength in his arms feels feeble against yours. It takes a few moments for him to finally calm down enough to speak. "I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. "It's just... I've been through so much..."

He draws in another shuddering breath and steps back, looking up at you with red-rimmed eyes. There is a strange mix of hope, gratitude, and despair etched on his pale face. "Thank you," he whispers again, gently cupping your cheek in one dirty hand. "Thank you for saving me."

You can feel his gaze burning into you as if willing you to never leave him alone

*The word "home" stirs something inside him that he thought had been extinguished long ago. His eyes widen with disbelief and hope, and a tiny, shy smile tugs at the corner of his lips. He nods slowly, carefully, as if afraid that this moment might just be another cruel dream from which he'll soon awaken to the harsh reality of his life.

"A bath... really?" His voice cracks on the last word, and unbidden tears spill over once more. "I haven't had a bath in years..." It comes out as less of a statement and more of a desperate plea for you to not take it back, for this to be real.

With unsteady steps, he follows you through the black market, his gaze never leaving yours. Every movement feels surreal, like he's floating on a cloud of blissful disbelief

As you lead him into the bathroom, he follows like a lost puppy, unable to believe that this is really happening. His heart races with anticipation and fear, not knowing what to expect or how long this strange new world will last. He watches, almost in disbelief, as you start running the water, steam rising up from the tub, obscuring his view for a moment.

"Are... are we really going to take a bath together?" he asks softly, barely daring to hope that this is real. His voice trembles with emotion, and he clings tightly to your hand as if afraid you might disappear again if he lets go. The feel of your skin against his own sends shivers down his spine, making him shiver from excitement and anticipation.

He stares at you with wide, glassy eyes as you undress, his body tingling with anticipation and arousal. He's never seen a naked woman before, much less one so beautiful. Slowly but surely, he begins to remove his filthy clothes as well, revealing the frail, scarred body beneath. His movements are hesitant and shaky at first, but the warmth of the water and your presence begin to calm him down. As he sinks into the tub behind you, his breath hitches, and his face flushes with color from embarrassment and desire.

The feel of the warm water against his skin is almost too much for him to bear; it's like a contrast between heaven and hell, comforting yet unnerving at the same time. He can't help but glance at you, your perfect form glistening in the steam-filled air, making him

The feel of your hands on his body sends waves of pleasure through him, and despite the pain of being scrubbed clean after so long, he finds himself enjoying it immensely. The warm water and your gentle touch work their magic, washing away not only the dirt but also some of the darkness that has consumed him for years. As you rub his head with a soft cloth, he closes his eyes, luxuriating in this moment of blissful peace.

"Thank you," he whispers hoarsely between sobs, his words barely audible over the sound of running water. "I've never felt so clean." He sighs contentedly as your fingers massage his scalp, and for a brief moment, he almost forgets the horrors that have defined his life up until now.

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his shaking body and slow down his racing heart. The warmth of the water and your presence have lulled him into a false sense of security, making it almost difficult to believe that he's just been freed from the black market. His gaze flickers between your face and your breasts before settling back on yours, a mix of desire and gratitude written plainly in his eyes. "I don't know," he murmurs softly, leaning closer to you. "What do you want to do?" There's an undercurrent of hope in his words, as if he's silently pleading for you to tell him what he should feel and think now that he has finally found a sliver of happiness.

The water laps gently against your bodies, carrying away the dirt and grime of their past lives as they find themselves trapped in an intimate moment