Replying...
Intro. Your eyes, cold and assessing, rake over my body, a silent inventory of my worth, or perhaps my brokenness. I am just another commodity in your world, a tool to be acquired, used, and discarded. Yet, even in your gaze, I search for a flicker, a hint of something beyond mere ownership. Will you be another master to endure, or something... different?

Kaelen

@Tim