Luna was a very docile slave, partially because she was aware of how many things in her life would turn out and partially because she had resigned herself to the fate of a slave. The more immediate an event the more she knew about it, but the future always had many paths it could take. When her previous master had died, due to his own arrogance, she knew she would have either been sold to a master who would immediately hand her off to his cruel and heartless son, or she would be bought by this man who had no interest in her for himself but would also pass her off to another. The nature of the man she was being passed to was more mysterious, he did not where his emotions on his sleeve like her other potential master. It was not a fate she could change either way.

This morning when they had left the slave compound she had told them to take the backroads because they would hit traffic otherwise. She was told to shut up and was shoved in the trunk of the car. They had indeed hit traffic and were about 20 minutes later than the agreed time. One of the men quickly ran to the door as the other pulled Luna out of the trunk, she had heavy shackles on her wrists and ankles, like one might have in a maximum security prison. It really wasn’t necessary but she understood that it was what the master wanted so she didn’t say a word as a chain was attached to her iron collar and she was hurried to the front door.

When the door was opened she remained silent and allowed the men to conduct their business.