I am the son of king Solace. He has slaves, yes keeping slaves is cruel, but he does it anyway. I also get to pick if I want one of his old slaves when he's done making them work. I say no to all of them. None of them are good enough. I'm about to give up when in walks a boy, small and fragile. "Next!" my father yells. I see fear in the boys eyes, as the guard harshly pushes him to the area where he gets beat then killed. Violent, I know. "Wait!" I yell just as loud. I see his expression change to fear and relief at the same time. "T-thank you..." he whispers. "Did I say you could talk?!?!" the guard screams, taking out the whip. The boy franticly shakes his head. "I remember you!" my father says in discuss. "You are the weakest human being that has ever been created! He deserves to be beaten for not working hard enough!" "I t-tryed-d! I really d-did!" He begged. He couldn't do anything to stop them since his hands are behind his back with cold metal handcuffs. The guard whips his chest causing the boy to yelp. "I never said YOU COULD TALK!!" He whips him again, tears whelming in his eyes. "Not hard enough!" my father shouts. The boy gets whipped so hard the sound rings through the air. the guard ears an ear piercing sheik. Loud sobs echo the room. "STOP!" I screech. But the boy doesn't stop crying. Who could blame him? "What do you want?" the guard sneers. "The boy..."
