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Chapter 8: A Slave's Heart -------------------------------- (c) tarzanstud1@gmail.com
The plan was in motion, and the village square buzzed with anticipation. Kessler turned to the expectant crowd, gauging their reactions.
"Well, my friends, I must say I am willing to offer up this jungle hero for auction, but I have my doubts. Does he possess the same courage as these other slaves, I wonder?"
Tarzan's pride surged, indignant at the implication.
"All know tarzan much brave! Is most much brave in jungle !" he declared, his voice carrying through the square. But did he remember to address Kessler correctly, as Master? It was a moment of truth.
The switch lashed through the air, the sting a sharp reminder.
"Master," Tarzan corrected himself hastily, the word tinged with reluctance.
The slaver approached Tarzan, his presence commanding and menacing. He mounted the stage and strode towards the kneeling jungle hero, towering over him. With a flourish, he cast aside his switch and produced a riding crop from his pocket, brandishing it threateningly.
"You see," the slaver began, his voice dripping with derision, "these slaves, despite their chains, stand tall and show their bravery. Yet here we have the so-called king of the jungle, cowering on his knees."
Tarzan's eyes met Kessler's, seeking reassurance. But instead of comfort, he found an unyielding authority that sent a shiver down his spine. It was a look that left no room for doubt, a look that demanded obedience.
With a surprising ease that even startled Tarzan himself, he settled into the role. It felt natural, like slipping into the skin of a character he was always meant to play. He knelt at the feet of the superior slaver, embracing his proper place.
Kessler's voice cut through the tension, commanding Tarzan to rise and face his destiny.
"Show your courage and bravery, Tarzan," he ordered, his words resonating with authority. "Accept the restraints that signify your noble purpose -- to please your superiors."
Tarzan stood, a surge of determination coursing through him. He extended his arms, offering his wrists for the steel restraints that would signify his transformation into a slave. It was a pivotal moment, a culmination of their daring plan. The jungle hero was poised to become a pawn, his fate hanging in the balance.
END OF CHAPTER EIGHT -----------------------------------------------
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