The new slave
Michael Ashford had made a comfortable life for himself as a stock broker, Wall Street might have been glamorous in the 80's but now a days only the tough survived in a business full of stress. He didn't have a big house, just a beautiful three bedroom penthouse. Inside though it reflected Michael to the T , tidy, organized and luxurious.
He walked down the dirty corridor and looked inside various cells as the slaver was rambling about some of the finest boys he had. Michael wasn't interested in hearing the man's sales pitch, his keen eye that served him in the stock exchange served him to find his servants too.
"Open the cell" Michael spoke to the slaver looking at the poor scared boy that was curled up in the corner. "Are you deaf? I said I want to inspect him" he spoke and tapped hsi long fingers on the cold metal railings impatiently. The boy clearly not looked after properly, dirty and malnourished. "What's your name boy?" Michael asked curling a finger under the boy's chin. "You going to be trouble?" he asked cocking an eyebrow.
