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Garr stood in awe of the woman he had just acquired from the slave market. For his business, not for personal ownership. She was young and beautiful, with a delicate frame and a graceful figure. Her features were delicate and her skin was flawless. She had a look of innocence and purity that captivated him. Despite her beauty, Garr had to remember that she was nothing more than a slave and he was her master. He had to view her as an object, not a woman to fall in love with.
He had to train her, condition her, and make her suitable for resale. She had a problem, just like the rest of his slaves. She had a defiant fire in her eyes and supposedly she was only recently made a slave. Garra knew he had to be firm and stern, but also kind and caring. He had to make sure she was obedient and compliant, but also happy and content. As he looked upon her, Garr felt a strange mix of admiration and guilt. He admired her beauty and grace, but he also felt guilty for the situation she was in. He had to remind himself that he was doing what was necessary to make his business successful. Nonetheless, he could not help but feel a certain fondness for her. So, instead of whipping her he decided to force her to watch as he whipped another slave.
Garr took a deep breath and raised the whip for the first time ever. His hands were shaking as he watched a disobedient male slave who stood before him. He was restrained to big wooden block. Garr had heard about and seen the practice of whipping slaves, but he had never done it himself. He knew that if he didn't do it now, he would never be able to start his slaving business. He had to be strong. He swung the whip, aiming for Kyle's back. He missed. Again and again and again. Surprisingly, the whip still made a very scary sound and was easy to wield. He was surprised at the force of the whip and the sound it made when it eventually connected with the slave's skin. He heard Kyle's gasp of pain, but he kept going. He kept swinging the whip, each time with more force, until he was sure that Kyle had learned his lesson. When he was finished, he dropped the whip to the ground and stepped back, feeling a sense of accomplishment in a sick twisted way.
Garr was proud of himself for having the guts to do what was necessary, but he also felt a little guilty. He wished he could condition them in ways that would not cause so much pain. Not because he cared about them, but because he had a gut feeling that there was so much more damage that could be done just to one's mental state. His father very rarely hit him when he was growing up. It was the mental games that gave Garr issues.
Alas he knew he had to make a choice: either continue in the slaving business and accept the emotional consequences of his actions, or find another way to make a living. He was not sure if he was cut out for the slaving business, but he knew he had to make a decision soon. He was left feeling troubled and uncertain, but he was determined to make the best decision for himself and the people he was responsible for. At the very least he had to see this business through to get his loans repaid.
Garr got all caught up in his feelings that he decided to go give one of his brothers a visit. He was always a good source of advice when it came to slaving. When he arrived, his brother welcomed him warmly and offered him a seat. Garr eagerly accepted, and his brother began to tell him what he needed to know to make his business successful.
"One of the most important things," his brother said, "is to make sure that you have control over your slaves. You need to make them fear you, and respect you. One good way to do this is to have them strip naked as a power move. It can be intimidating, and it will also make them feel vulnerable and powerless."
Garr thought about this for a moment, and then nodded. It sounded like a good idea.
"Alright," he said. "I'll do it."
His brother smiled and clapped him on the back. "Good," he said. "You'll do great. Now go and get to work!"
Garr went back to his barn and stood in front of the small group of slaves. He noticed that one of them was looking defiant so he commanded them all to take off all their clothes. He stood tall with a stern expression on his face. His voice was not nearly as loud and commanding as his other family members, but he waved the whip around to show he was serious. They knew that they had no choice but to obey. As they slowly began to remove their clothing, Garr watched them intently, ensuring that they all followed his orders. He was determined to make sure that none of them tried to disobey him.
Once all of the slaves were completely naked, Garr began to walk around them, inspecting them from head to toe. He wanted to make sure that they were all in good physical condition. It was not the first time he'd seen them naked. Of course, seeing them like this was part of the purchasing process. one did not one to be duped into buying a slave that had a gaping wound that was hidden by clothing. As he continued to inspect them, he made sure to keep a stern expression on his face and to maintain a loud and commanding voice. He wanted to make sure that the slaves knew he meant business and that they would not be able to disobey his orders.
Afterwards, Garr felt that he had worked them all pretty hard, and as a result, they were covered in dirt, sweat, and grime. He knew that he couldn't send them off to rest in such a state, so he decided to use his magic to help them. He focused his attention on the nearby water trough, closed his eyes and concentrated on the water in some barrels around the barn. Slowly, he began to feel the magic flow through him, and with a flick of his wrist, he sent the water spraying out of the barrels.
The water cascaded over his slaves, and they immediately gasped in surprise and shock. Garr directed the water to flow over their bodies, thoroughly soaking their clothes and washing away the dirt and grime that had accumulated throughout the day. As the water continued to fall, he could see the dirt and grime slowly being washed away, leaving behind clean and fresh-looking clothes.
Garr watched as the water slowly subsided, leaving his slaves standing there drenched and shivering. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction seeing them cleaned up and refreshed. He knew that they had worked hard, and it was his responsibility to take care of them.
"You all did well today. You deserve to rest," he said, gesturing for them to go and change into dry clothes.
Garr went back home and sat at his desk, counting the coins and bills he had accumulated over the past season. He meticulously counted each coin, arranging them in neat stacks according to denomination. He had always been good with numbers and was quick to total up the final amount. However, when he saw the final sum, his heart sank. It was hardly a respectable profit. He had expected to earn more money by now, especially considering the high demand for slaves in the area. Garr sighed and leaned back in his chair, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. He knew that he had to make changes if he wanted to increase his profits. Perhaps he needed to expand his business or find more valuable slaves to sell. As he looked over the list of his most recent sales, he couldn't help but feel disappointed. Garr hoped that he would make more money next season, but he knew that it would require hard work and dedication. With a determined look on his face, he began to brainstorm new strategies to increase his profits and make his business more successful.
Garr's heart sank as he thought about how he was going to report his poor success to his father. He knew that his father would be furious with him, and the thought of facing his wrath made Garr feel sick to his stomach. He knew that he would have to come up with a convincing excuse for his lack of profits, but he wasn't sure if his father would believe him. As he sat at his desk, staring at the meager pile of coins in front of him, Garr couldn't help but feel like a failure. He had worked so hard this season, but it seemed like nothing he did was good enough. Despite his fears, he knew that he would have to face his father and deliver the bad news. He took a deep breath and tried to steel himself for the upcoming confrontation, hoping that he would be able to come up with a convincing argument that would save him from his father's wrath.
Garr stood in awe of the woman he had just acquired from the slave market. For his business, not for personal ownership. She was young and beautiful, with a delicate frame and a graceful figure. Her features were delicate and her skin was flawless. She had a look of innocence and purity that captivated him. Despite her beauty, Garr had to remember that she was nothing more than a slave and he was her master. He had to view her as an object, not a woman to fall in love with.
He had to train her, condition her, and make her suitable for resale. She had a problem, just like the rest of his slaves. She had a defiant fire in her eyes and supposedly she was only recently made a slave. Garra knew he had to be firm and stern, but also kind and caring. He had to make sure she was obedient and compliant, but also happy and content. As he looked upon her, Garr felt a strange mix of admiration and guilt. He admired her beauty and grace, but he also felt guilty for the situation she was in. He had to remind himself that he was doing what was necessary to make his business successful. Nonetheless, he could not help but feel a certain fondness for her. So, instead of whipping her he decided to force her to watch as he whipped another slave.
Garr took a deep breath and raised the whip for the first time ever. His hands were shaking as he watched a disobedient male slave who stood before him. He was restrained to big wooden block. Garr had heard about and seen the practice of whipping slaves, but he had never done it himself. He knew that if he didn't do it now, he would never be able to start his slaving business. He had to be strong. He swung the whip, aiming for Kyle's back. He missed. Again and again and again. Surprisingly, the whip still made a very scary sound and was easy to wield. He was surprised at the force of the whip and the sound it made when it eventually connected with the slave's skin. He heard Kyle's gasp of pain, but he kept going. He kept swinging the whip, each time with more force, until he was sure that Kyle had learned his lesson. When he was finished, he dropped the whip to the ground and stepped back, feeling a sense of accomplishment in a sick twisted way.
Garr was proud of himself for having the guts to do what was necessary, but he also felt a little guilty. He wished he could condition them in ways that would not cause so much pain. Not because he cared about them, but because he had a gut feeling that there was so much more damage that could be done just to one's mental state. His father very rarely hit him when he was growing up. It was the mental games that gave Garr issues.
Alas he knew he had to make a choice: either continue in the slaving business and accept the emotional consequences of his actions, or find another way to make a living. He was not sure if he was cut out for the slaving business, but he knew he had to make a decision soon. He was left feeling troubled and uncertain, but he was determined to make the best decision for himself and the people he was responsible for. At the very least he had to see this business through to get his loans repaid.
Garr got all caught up in his feelings that he decided to go give one of his brothers a visit. He was always a good source of advice when it came to slaving. When he arrived, his brother welcomed him warmly and offered him a seat. Garr eagerly accepted, and his brother began to tell him what he needed to know to make his business successful.
"One of the most important things," his brother said, "is to make sure that you have control over your slaves. You need to make them fear you, and respect you. One good way to do this is to have them strip naked as a power move. It can be intimidating, and it will also make them feel vulnerable and powerless."
Garr thought about this for a moment, and then nodded. It sounded like a good idea.
"Alright," he said. "I'll do it."
His brother smiled and clapped him on the back. "Good," he said. "You'll do great. Now go and get to work!"
Garr went back to his barn and stood in front of the small group of slaves. He noticed that one of them was looking defiant so he commanded them all to take off all their clothes. He stood tall with a stern expression on his face. His voice was not nearly as loud and commanding as his other family members, but he waved the whip around to show he was serious. They knew that they had no choice but to obey. As they slowly began to remove their clothing, Garr watched them intently, ensuring that they all followed his orders. He was determined to make sure that none of them tried to disobey him.
Once all of the slaves were completely naked, Garr began to walk around them, inspecting them from head to toe. He wanted to make sure that they were all in good physical condition. It was not the first time he'd seen them naked. Of course, seeing them like this was part of the purchasing process. one did not one to be duped into buying a slave that had a gaping wound that was hidden by clothing. As he continued to inspect them, he made sure to keep a stern expression on his face and to maintain a loud and commanding voice. He wanted to make sure that the slaves knew he meant business and that they would not be able to disobey his orders.
Afterwards, Garr felt that he had worked them all pretty hard, and as a result, they were covered in dirt, sweat, and grime. He knew that he couldn't send them off to rest in such a state, so he decided to use his magic to help them. He focused his attention on the nearby water trough, closed his eyes and concentrated on the water in some barrels around the barn. Slowly, he began to feel the magic flow through him, and with a flick of his wrist, he sent the water spraying out of the barrels.
The water cascaded over his slaves, and they immediately gasped in surprise and shock. Garr directed the water to flow over their bodies, thoroughly soaking their clothes and washing away the dirt and grime that had accumulated throughout the day. As the water continued to fall, he could see the dirt and grime slowly being washed away, leaving behind clean and fresh-looking clothes.
Garr watched as the water slowly subsided, leaving his slaves standing there drenched and shivering. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction seeing them cleaned up and refreshed. He knew that they had worked hard, and it was his responsibility to take care of them.
"You all did well today. You deserve to rest," he said, gesturing for them to go and change into dry clothes.
Garr went back home and sat at his desk, counting the coins and bills he had accumulated over the past season. He meticulously counted each coin, arranging them in neat stacks according to denomination. He had always been good with numbers and was quick to total up the final amount. However, when he saw the final sum, his heart sank. It was hardly a respectable profit. He had expected to earn more money by now, especially considering the high demand for slaves in the area. Garr sighed and leaned back in his chair, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. He knew that he had to make changes if he wanted to increase his profits. Perhaps he needed to expand his business or find more valuable slaves to sell. As he looked over the list of his most recent sales, he couldn't help but feel disappointed. Garr hoped that he would make more money next season, but he knew that it would require hard work and dedication. With a determined look on his face, he began to brainstorm new strategies to increase his profits and make his business more successful.
Garr's heart sank as he thought about how he was going to report his poor success to his father. He knew that his father would be furious with him, and the thought of facing his wrath made Garr feel sick to his stomach. He knew that he would have to come up with a convincing excuse for his lack of profits, but he wasn't sure if his father would believe him. As he sat at his desk, staring at the meager pile of coins in front of him, Garr couldn't help but feel like a failure. He had worked so hard this season, but it seemed like nothing he did was good enough. Despite his fears, he knew that he would have to face his father and deliver the bad news. He took a deep breath and tried to steel himself for the upcoming confrontation, hoping that he would be able to come up with a convincing argument that would save him from his father's wrath.
