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silas was struggling to find his own way to cope with the fact that he would most likely be locked inside a cell like an animal for the rest of his life, so he supposed he mightâve had a look on his face that wouldâve caused the master to think he was new. âso you donât think my face looks bad?â he smiled a bit, though he quickly regretted what he said because he wasnât sure how this man would react to his words. he watched as he sat down infront of him on the other side of the bars, adjusting himself so he could cross his legs so his knees were also pressed to the bars. he actually told him his name? that was new. âmy names silas,â he replied, âitâs nice to meet you, oscar, youâre like the first nice one pass byâ
He could see that the slave was fishing for a compliment and Oscar wasnât opposed to giving him one, and it was easy to give. âNot bad, I would say slightly adorable but definitely cute,â he hummed as if still thinking it over. Now they were face to face, their knees pressed together, the witch could really look him over. âAm I?â he asked. Not that the witch was surprised. The masterâs in the city were an eclectic mix and he knew he was on one polar end of the opposites. âWould you like to come home with me? Or we can stay here and just talk.â He would leave the offer open for the slave to decide because, unlike some masterâs, he also preferred being with someone who wanted him.Â










