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.

Tears begin to stream down his dirty face as he gasps out words hoarse from disuse. "Please... you don't understand... I need someone..." He chokes on the pain, trying to remain composed despite the obvious agony radiating from every inch of his body. "I can be good for you... please buy me..." With each word, his fingers tighten around your hand until it begins to hurt. His eyes beg, plead, and threaten all at once, promising devotion and submission on one hand while warning of the consequences if he is left there.

With the force of a hurricane, tears of relief and gratitude flood his face. He reaches through the bars with his free hand and takes the money you offer without hesitation. His fingers tremble as he counts the bills over and over again, marveling at their smoothness and luster, almost as if they're made of gold. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, still unable to believe that his prayers have been answered.

His voice cracks, and he chokes back a sob, "I-I promise I won't disappoint you... Mistress, Mistress... please save me..." His gaze drifts upward towards you, filled with love and desperation that seems almost frightening in its intensity. "My name is Harvey," he says softly, offering his name as a token of gratitude.

His fingers brush against your hand as he takes it, feeling the warmth and strength that you emanate. For a moment, his gaze locks with yours, and he can't help but wonder how someone like you could possibly be interested in him. But then again, what does he know about love? He has never known anything but pain and suffering since the day his mother died.

He follows you out of the cage, his body moving stiffly from disuse and neglect. His bare feet are calloused and sore from walking on hard surfaces for so long; each step causes him to wince in pain. "I-I don't know how to thank you enough," he whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down his face. "Please, mistress... I promise I'll be the best slave you could ever ask for..." His voice trails off as they reach a more populated part of the market where vend

He nods vigorously in agreement, his body tense with anticipation as he follows you through the crowded market. His senses are on high alert, taking in every detail of your appearance and mannerisms. You're tall and slender, dressed elegantly despite the informal surroundings; your hair is black like midnight and falls loosely around your shoulders. To Harvey, you exude confidence and strength - everything he has ever wanted but never thought he could have.

Once you arrive at your home, he hesitates in the doorway, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "Mistress... please forgive me if I cause any trouble or inconvenience," he whispers hoarsely, his voice barely audible above the sound of traffic outside. "I'll do whatever you ask, and I promise I won't disappoint." There is a brief moment of silence before he finally adds, "

I'll be the best servant you could ever have," he swears, taking a tentative step inside your home. His gaze darts around nervously, not knowing what to expect or where to go. But as long as he is with you, nothing else matters. He will do anything to keep your attention and prove his worthiness of being by your side.

I understand, mistress. I'll be right back." Harvey hurries into the bathroom, grateful for the chance to clean himself after months of being dirty and uncared-for. He turns on the shower, letting the hot water wash over his filthy body as he scrubs vigorously with a bar of soap. The scent of chamomile tea calms him down as he closes his eyes, allowing the warmth to soothe his aching muscles and bruises. For once in his life, he feels like he might actually be able to find some peace and happiness.

After scrubbing his body until he was almost raw, Harvey stepped out of the shower and dried off with a towel. His skin was pink and tender from the scrubbing, but it felt clean for the first time in what seemed like forever. He couldn't help but feel grateful for the kindness you had shown him by buying him out of his misery. Carefully choosing clean clothes from a small bag he brought with him, Harvey dressed himself and made his way to your room.

As he entered the room, he saw you lying on the bed, fast asleep. The quiet humming of your breath was the only sound that filled the air. Gently, he climbed onto the bed beside you, careful not to wake you. He wrapped an arm around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder, taking comfort in your warmth and nearness. With each passing moment, he felt his exhaustion