The Dog

The Toy Keeper

Quickly I discovered who the loud and unexpected man was. He was the elder slave keeper, Raman.

Not too soon after he had started talking with what seemed to be his fellow friends, other men in my cell started whispering.

"That monster is back," said one man.

"I only hope he doesn't pick me to be his play toy," said the other.

Play toy? What did they mean by that? Did this man like to play with slaves? I remember thinking to myself.

Shortly after with his back to our cell right in front of me was Raman staring at the orc. "Hello old friend, I've been gone for a while. Did you miss me? I bet you missed all our fun adventures, don't worry the time for those will come again," said Raman with a smile on his face.

There was something about that man I couldn't put my finger on, he was always smiling and acting nice but there was something off. I could feel chills every time I heard him speak. Raman was a tall man with hazel eyes that appeared to shine with slight compassion. His hair was short and brown and complimented his facial features well. There was an extent of beauty in him, but even then I couldn't help but to fear this man.

I heard him ask his comrades about the new meat and suddenly fingers pointed towards my cell. Raman, with one single gesture of his eyes, seemed to reveal his true intentions. He casually started walking towards the cell with a never faulting stare. He scanned the cell and inspects the cargo, his interest peaked when he sets his eyes on me. "This is the toy Llenorio is so interested in?" said Raman now with a completely different look in his eyes. I felt fear, this mans face was simply terrifying. His speech and tone hadn't changed but his face was that of a maniac. He looked like an animal about to rip his prey apart.

I remember getting a hold of myself and saying with a weak whisper "I'm not a toy."

Raman began to turn away as he said "We will see about that!" He briefly looked at the orc and left with his fellow slave keepers.

As the roar of whispers commenced between my fellow prisoners, I noticed the orc looking at me with a much gentler look on his face. He spoke so low no man could hear. But his lips were clear to read, "Do not be afraid."