Kicking the slaver

“Do you WANT me to have you hanged?” He bellows at the fat man.

“Do I look like a fool to you, slaver?” He starts walking towards him, Step Step Tap! slowly, menacingly. The fat man hurriedly backs away and trips, falling onto his ass. “P-Please! H-have mercy, M’lord… I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He lifts his arms, trying to protect his face from any blows. “You try to sell me the sickliest…” The tall man kicks him. “...Ugliest…” Kicks him again. “...Slaves you have?! I should have you caned in the market for this!” The fat man starts crying, mumbling excuses. “I could randomly buy the ones to the left of what you’ve shown me and still be better off.” He breathes out slowly, azure eyes smiling. “You know what? That is exactly what I am going to do. Get up. Get the leashes.” The slaver started, expecting another kick.