Pastel-Rain1776
"My eye was immediately caught on a young man. His hazel eyes sparkle in the sunlight of the bright day, his wrists held in front of him by rope.
A slave.
He stares at the crowd with disdain as I stare at him in awe. His ebony locks paired with ivory skin, soft pink lips, and long lashes stuck together by tears do me over. The crowd was casting in cheap auctions for the current slave masters favor, the majority of the crowd old men. It's absolutely disgusting. He's young and frail, and looked terrified yet defeated. It's as though he knows his unfortunate fate. I have to help, and luckily I now have the means to do so"