In the past few days, not much has happened. The slaves were given only a few blankets and thin sheets. Unfortunately, the slaves fought among themselves and tore the blankets apart, each taking a piece for themselves. Outside, the vibrant city was adorned with countless banners, flags, and wall paintings. The small shops were bustling with children buying toys and leaving with happy faces. Some were in groups, some in pairs or threes, and others were accompanied by their parents. The slaves watched in envy. Zuigao wisely refrained from getting involved in their conflict and kept to himself, even though he, as an ideal slave, should have been given a blanket due to the ice poison. Many teenagers had set up small stands selling lemonade, milkshakes, and various types of juice, but Zuigao was preoccupied with much more important matters.
"As the auction drew nearer, a wave of despair washed over Zuigao. His plans, his hopes, and his very future hung in the balance. He could not escape his fate, no matter how elusive his luck might be. He prayed for a compassionate buyer, someone who would not treat him as a mere commodity to be bought and sold. Yet fear gripped his heart as the thought of death and suffering loomed like a heavy cloud. The auction was like a dark abyss, the outcome of which could lead to a life of endless cruelty and suffering.
His shattered plans haunted him, each dream now a memory tinged with bitterness. The weight of uncertainty and potential harm was a constant mental strain. Thoughts of true enslavement, of being stripped of all dignity, consumed him. The risk of bodily harm, the uncertainty of his fate, and the fear that he might be discarded like a mere object loomed large in his mind. And then there was the possibility of a cold, desolate future, lying in a dim room, a faint echo of life fading away as his physical form lay in a pool of blood.
His body would lay there, motionless and emotionless, with white eyes like a puppet without a soul. The mere thought of his organs being taken away was beyond comprehension and brought unspeakable horror. He felt a chill run down his spine, his body trembling, his fate hanging by a thread. The uncertainty loomed like a malevolent shadow, ready to consume him completely. The auction, a dark and dangerous game, held the power to decide his destiny, and the unknown outcome threatened to engulf him whole.
"Zuigao felt fear and dread seeping into his soul. He couldn't be certain if this was some disease or something else entirely. But every day, he watched in horror as his hair, long and flowing, turned a stark white from the tips, a haunting reminder of his declining health. Without the necessary knowledge, he could only speculate that the ice poison was weaving its insidious web within his body, slowly draining him of vitality. This only heightened his concern and mental strain, as he wondered if his current situation was an unfortunate misunderstanding.
He felt a shiver of dread crawl down his spine, the weight of an impending sense of doom heavy in his heart. The air grew heavy with an oppressive presence, a creeping darkness that seemed to close in on him, threatening to swallow him whole and send him tumbling into an abyss of despair.
The auction - that dark and foreboding event that loomed over him like a specter - was rapidly encroaching upon him. As the announcement echoed in his ears, the weight of his imminent fate weighed heavy on him, like a stone weighing down his heart in a mixture of fear and despair. Days, long and torturous, would stretch and expand like unending tunnels with no clear end in sight. And with each passing moment, Zuigao felt his soul filled with a suffocating sense of foreboding, bracing himself for the uncertain fate that awaited him in that treacherous auction.