Will change

Harrison lay down idly in his chambers. The thick musk of the **** grounds didn't bother him much anymore, it'd already been 3 years since then...

3 years ago his master, Yelena, had discovered him trying to steal goods from her cart. Harrison, scared out of his mind, plead for her to spare him. And she surprisingly did, but he was **** to be her **** for however long she willed. 'If I knew it was this bad, I think I would've chosen ****.'

His cell was very cramped. Maybe only about 6 feet in diameter, and about 5 feet tall. His "bed" was just some rags and a bag filled with hay. He didn't even have a bathroom, **** to urinate and defecate within his own smell. Harrison just hated this life so much, he pondered even killing himself. But there was really no possible way either, he was much too weak to do so and there were no sharp objects.

The only time he'd get sanitised was when he needed to be Yelena's footstool, in which the guards would forcibly clean him under some freshwater. He didn't even mind the footstool that much if it meant getting out of those wretched cells. Yelena herself had barely ever gone into the cells. 'Damn bitch. I swear I'm gonna get **** someday.'

The following day was the Shanteen's festival. There was lots of fun entertainment and good food; for higher classes at least. The slaves were **** into either **** trade or by holding their master on a pedestal, literally. The time had come by then, with the bright sun blinding Harrison's and all the other slaves' eyes. 4 slaves on each arm gathered to lift up Yelena's pedestal as she sat proudly. Tons of guards were in front and behind the pedestal, along with some musicians playing trumpets. Harrison grumbled as he began the 20 mile trek.

They finally arrived at what felt like days. Harrison couldn't feel his arms and legs by the time they heard the cheering and crowds. He saw masses begin to surround them on both sides, gazing in awe and cheering. It was quite crowded, the guards had to constantly usher crowds back to preserve the safety of their master. Harrison just continued on monotonously. He felt pretty embarrassed, seeing some people pointing towards him and the slaves, and gazing in shock. He tilted his head down to avoid those awkward interactions.

But he felt a touch on his shoulder. "Huh?" He looked up to see a mysterious man. His face was too dark to see, but he was in some sort of hooded cloth. The mysterious man held up some sort of weird looking thing. It was very dark and rocky, but had very intriguing symbols carved upon it. "Use it wisely." And he threw it to Harrison.

"Wait, wha-" The man had turned his back and walked deep into the crowd already. 'What the hell was that?' Harrison tried to think of a reasonable explanation but immediately grimaced in pain at the crackle of whip behind him. "MOVE!" Harrison sighed and walked on ahead, but still considered about the object, as he placed it in his ripped pocket.