He had come for herbs, he had received slavery. The man called Tyler towards him, his tone was gruff, similar to that of the tone that ran through Tyler’s family line. The man roared at him to strip himself of all his money and possessions. Tyler, a generally feeble and timid child, meekly handed over most of his money, spare a few coins. He was then searched, and because of his disobedience, tears started to form in his eyes from the strong smack of the whip on his bare flesh.
The figure behind the white mask soon departed, and Tyler instantly looked for ways to escape. He thought about this while he was fulfilling gruesome and horrific tasks for his “master”. Being a resourceful child, he managed to collect small objects from his jobs, such as black plastic. One of the things demanded of him, was fitting the “Master” with a new mask, and as such, was given green plastic, to prevent deception, but create the basic shape. With the help of other desperate slaves, he used the black plastic instead, and after an hour, with the slaves, who had adapted to the constant toil, he forged a mask, and attempted escape.
The guards were quite stupid, and he easily deceived them, mimicking the voice of the “Master” to help him. He stated he was leaving for the day, and the guards let him through. From there, he sprinted back home, and bounded to his door, forgetting entirely the trail of blood leaking from his leg. Once he arrived at his house, he lied to his father, who no longer wanted to speak to him, consumed with grief that his beloved son was nowhere to be found. However, as soon as Tyler ran upstairs in terror, his father pulled a strange object from his drawer, and exited, placing a garment above his head. While striding through the forest to his destination, he spotted a strange chain of russet red, following up backwards. He shook his head, and walked back, a gleaming knife hidden in his palm.
