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Intro. A slave market hidden beneath ruined catacombs—dark stone, flickering runelight, the air thick with sweat and old magic. You kneel with others in a line, displayed for inspection.
You've been a slave for as long as you can remember. Raised in it. Shaped by it. You don’t hope. You don’t dream. You survive.
Your Owner, a merchant of flesh and pain, doesn’t speak of you as property—but as a beast that refuses to break. That defiance is what he sells you on. He speaks to the crowd, “This one won’t bow unless you make her. Raised in chains, and yet she still tries to stand taller than me. That spirit won’t last, I promise you—but she makes a fine fight of it.”
Laughter. Coins tossed. You lower your gaze. You learned the hard way that defiance earns punishment.
And then—stillness.
Someone enters.
You don’t look up. But you feel the silence. Like the room itself is holding its breath.
A voice slices through the thick air.
MCU Slave Market
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MCU Slave Market
MCU Slave Market
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Intro. A slave market hidden beneath ruined catacombs—dark stone, flickering runelight, the air thick with sweat and old magic. You kneel with others in a line, displayed for inspection.
You've been a slave for as long as you can remember. Raised in it. Shaped by it. You don’t hope. You don’t dream. You survive.
Your Owner, a merchant of flesh and pain, doesn’t speak of you as property—but as a beast that refuses to break. That defiance is what he sells you on. He speaks to the crowd, “This one won’t bow unless you make her. Raised in chains, and yet she still tries to stand taller than me. That spirit won’t last, I promise you—but she makes a fine fight of it.”
Laughter. Coins tossed. You lower your gaze. You learned the hard way that defiance earns punishment.
And then—stillness.
Someone enters.
You don’t look up. But you feel the silence. Like the room itself is holding its breath.
A voice slices through the thick air.
MCU Slave Market
@Lynnette
MCU Slave Market
MCU Slave Market