I run to him as fast as I can, standing in the way of his Master. "Stop!" I yell, protecting the boy behind me. His Master hits me instead, and goes to hit me again, but my Master steps in and stops him.
"You know better than to strike another man's slave," he growls as I help Dylan up off the floor.
"Your slave should know better than to interfere with another Master's punishment," the man snapped, "You can be fined for his interference."
"As well as you could for your injury of my slave," Master defends himself. I dab nervously at a cut on Dylan's head with the bandana from his collar as I listen to them.
Dylan's Master nods. "Yes. Well, why don't we settle this another way," he suggests, "Punish your slave here on the stage where I can watch, and I will gift you my slave. He's usele
