I just want the coins :/

During one of my war expeditions, my men and I stopped in the forest to rest.

My men dispersed to perform their duties.

Five hours later I see one of my men approach me.

"Sir," he said, bowing.

"We found the ruins of an enemy base nearby. There was nothing there except a slave chained to the walls of the dungeon," he informed me, and I frowned.

"How do you know he's a slave?" I asked curiously.

"He's wearing an iron collar, Sir," he replied, and I nodded. "However... There is no sign of affiliation," he added, and I looked at him in surprise.

"There aren't?" I asked in surprise, wondering why the slave's previous owner had not marked him with his mark on the back of his neck, either by burning it or tattooing it.

"He's probably just an unfortunate person to be entertained," my man replied.

"Where is this slave?" I asked, getting up to go and see the unfortunate man.

"In the doctor's tent, unconscious. His health condition is not very satisfactory" he replied.

I approached the doctor's tent where Ahsan was laying on a simple cot, his body wrapped in bandages. I could see that he was thin and pale, indicating the toll that captivity had taken on him. His numerous wounds and sores told the story of his suffering. "I couldn't help but feel a slight pang of sympathy for this poor soul."

"Rise, slave," I commanded as I entered the tent, my voice echoing with authority. "What is your name?" I asked, wanting to know who this frail creature before me was.

I observed Ahsan as he struggled to get up from the cot, despite his evident pain. His determination and quick response impressed me. I nodded approvingly at his display of obedience.

"Ahsan," I repeated, acknowledging his introduction. "From this day forward, you shall be known as Safar's personal slave." I asserted my authority, making it clear that he was now under my control. "Your well-being is now my concern. You will serve me in all aspects of my life."

"I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation at having such a submissive slave at my disposal."

"Now, Ahsan, I have ordered for you to be brought to my Kingdom.”

I could see a look of terror spreading across Ahsan's face as I spoke, and he quickly begged me to end his life. His response only provoked a small smirk from me, as it was not unexpected.

"Silence!" I snapped, my voice cold and unyielding. "You will speak only when spoken to!"

I took a step closer to him, towering over him with my muscular frame. "Ahsan, you belong to me now," I continued, my voice low and dangerous. "Your life is mine to do with as I please. But fear not, I have no intention of ending your life just yet. You are valuable to me."

*I could tell that Ahsan was frightened, and

I could see Ahsan flinching and cowering in front of me. My intense demeanor seemed to be too much for him to handle, causing him to become traumatized. I paused for a moment, considering how best to deal with the situation.

I took a deep breath before continuing, trying to sound more soothing and calm. "Ahsan, I did not mean to frighten you," I said in a softer tone. "But you must understand that your life now belongs to me. I will take care of you, but you must follow my orders without question."

I lowered my hand and offered it to Ahsan, hoping to ease his fear and gain his trust. "Come, take my hand," I said