Conner leaned against the wall and felt his heart break again as he thought about the Mrs. back home alone.  Who would make her tea? Yes she had other slaves still, but they rarely served her and although Conner had been only the master's personal slave he had began to help the woman out before he had been sold.  As he was called by the handler the young man nod and began over without question.<br/><br/>Upon facing the older man Conner looked slightly surprised, why would he be chosen by such a man? Clearly one who was so large and scary needed slaves for heavy labor.  Not a tiny thing like Conner who only stood at 5'8".  Being given the cane the boy held it as he remembered this from how often he would go with his master to the slave halls to help him choose out slaves and at times needed help standing as he had started to feel the affects of age.<br/><br/>"The mistress' husband had just passed and thus she no longer required such a large amount of slaves.  Though this one is a good one, quite, listens without questioning, and quite loyal.  Conner, your pendent." the man said firmly and without a word the boy showed the pendent.  It was one a master would give a slave they cared for, a somewhat brand of a loyal slave to carry with the family's crest and the slave's name.  He showed it to the buyer, keeping his eyes down as when he had been touched and squeezed he had made a small yelping sound as the man had been a bit too rough with him.  "He's a good boy."<br/><br/>It all happened without minutes and as the man took back his cane and began walking away the boy expected to be returned to his cage before he was called to follow.  Rushing to the side of his new master the slave slipped the pendent into his shirt pocket after ensuring it would not fall out.  "Uh, yes . . . master." Conner's voice was soft and sweet, like that of a shy school boy.  The nineteen-year-old kept his eyes forward, clearly trained as he rushed ahead and pulled the curtain aside for his new master to pass though without having to touch it.<br/><br/>As they exited the grand hall and onto the steps there were guards now who began to walk them down the steps.  Protesters began to shout at the man and calling him a monster, abuser, no fellow human being if he was willing to buy another human and take away his freedoms.  Frowning the boy got closer to his new master, his eyes scanning the people to ensure they didn't try anything.  Even if he was small he would still try to protect this man.  He was his new master now, and from a young age his master had always taught him no matter what if he was ever sold to someone else to treat that person like he was taught too.  So, in honor or his beloved late master, Conner would do so.<br/><br/>"Master. . . may I ask where you will put me? I want to prepare for work as soon as possible." Conner said, looking up to the man as he ignored the protesters who tried to get his attention.