The and the mansion

The slaver’s chins were slowly bobbing up and down as he snored peacefully in his old creaking wooden chair. He suddenly jolts awake as the front door opens with the familiar screech of rusty hinges, allowing the blinding light pour in around a tall figure. He walks inside, the can tapping every other step. Step Step Tap! Step Step Tap! In the cage next to Anna's, the tiny blonde girl starts weeping once more.

The slaver starts grovelling, wiping his palms together. “Whot can I do fer you t'day, m’lord?” The tall man walks past him, down the long room, not bothering to answer him. Step Step Tap! Step Step Tap! He looks from one cage to the next, assessing the merchandise, his ember eyes passing over her without a lingering look.