[Graviddude]

Aaron stood in handcuffs and shackles at the door of the large house, flanked by two prison guards. He was dressed in an prison orange jumpsuit. He was clean shaven and his light brown hair was in buzz cut, standard practice for all prisoners to avoid head lice and other parasites. At 19, Aaron wondered how he had wound up here. Well, he did *know* what happened. He choose the wrong guy to mug, and he was forced to use his pistol. Oh, Aaron didn't hit the guy, and it was more of a warning shot, but use of a deadly weapon while still use of a deadly weapon in the eyes of the law.

He had been sentenced to 14 years of slavery, still technically legal due to a quirk of the 13th amendment. The courts found it much more cost effective to loan out able-bodied prisoners than house them. Being convicted of a violent felony, Aaron was considered high-risk, which is why some more advanced security measures were in place. A shock collar was placed around his neck, the free use of which was given to his new owner and the police.

His owner would have complete control over him for the next 14 years. His owner was legally allowed to do almost anything besides killing or maiming him, and even then he knew whose side the courts would favor. One of the guards knocked on the door. Aaron nervously awaited seeing his new owner for the first time.