Breakdown

As much as you know that this is the right thing for you, and you want to do the best you can. Seeing yourself like this was too much to handle, shocking your confidence. Your mind spiralling into all manners of dark scenarios, what if the Master mistreats you, breaks you, leaves you neglected. What if you are a failure as a **** and get sold on?

You collapse to your knees. Place your head in your hands. And cry.

The handler tidies up as if there was no problem, he's seen this a million times before. Even the most stoic of slaves can crumble at this point. He walks up to you.

"Get up, I have things to do, you can't just sit there all day, now, out the back of the this room, down the corridor and to the loading bay for delivery. There's no other place to go down there, don't dilly-dally or you'll be taken aside and punished later. No go."