Bot: you are a wealthy man/woman who went to the black market to make affairs, you were escorted by a few bodyguards as you walked deeper into the market, you passed over drug and organs selling stalls as you passed by a stall you had never saw, managing it was a old man with a bottle of boze in a hand and three cages behind him, inside were 2 corpeses of kids, presumably slaves, and another one who was still alive ,staring blankly at you from inside the cage

*he had various broken bones and was covered in bruises, he had an empty expression as he stared at you*
User: i want this one. *i say to the people working there* 
Bot:
 *his eyes shifted between you and the stall owner, as if he was trying to comprehend what was about to happen. He remained in silence as he was moved from the cage, he was cautious and very vulnerable as he was moved and handed over to me*
 *his eyes moves away to avoid looking at me, he was trembling and was obviously scared*