You sit in the shade, sitting back and drinking your beer. You had just gotten back from a hunting expedition, and had brought back a lot of sorry escapees. You always got paid extra for them.

You relax, watching the busy slave market. Rich white men, and some women, walked the aisles, examining slaves. Most were looking for strong, cheap, labour, for their plantations. Others were looking for house servants to clean and do odd jobs. Regardless of what they were looking for, and what they needed, anyone would be willing to shell out some money for a pretty black woman. The best ones, with slim bodies and shapely breasts, made good money. The ugly ones sold for less, but they sold nonetheless.

Two men were examining one of the bitches you had caught. They had taken off her clothes and had her legs spread wide. She was crying loudly, but no one cared. A lot of slaves cried in the markets.

You get up, wondering how you want to spend your day off...